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I’m always late. Always. Maybe just sometimes. Ok fine, almost always. I know you’re never going to believe this, but sometimes I get distracted. For example, I just lost thirty-five minutes watching that new Kanye West video. I don’t even like Kanye. Unless you count that first record. That shit was brilliant. But still, I’m not sure [...] Alternate-side parking is the bane of my existence. Do you know how expensive parking tickets are? Don’t even get me started on the cheddar it takes to get your car out of the impound lot. Not that I have to do that much, Rocco. Maybe you shouldn’t read this one. Ahem. Alternate-side parking is always ruining my [...] Provence de Pocono It’s surprisingly hard to pack when you don’t know where you are going. It’s also surprisingly hard to pack when you haven’t remembered to collect your suitcase from your little brother. Good thing I’m a resourceful bitch, eh? While I rifled through our collection of duffel bags and Whole Food reusable shopping bags, Mom [...] I’m not sure how it happened exactly, but somehow the whole weekend focused on my crotch. How many people say that after spending a weekend with their brothers? Thom and I got in late enough Friday night that we didn’t tackle anything terribly ambitious. Drew had already been in Ithaca a week exploring every nook and cranny [...] Next time I say, “Hey let’s go to Ithaca for Labor Day weekend, but not leave until after Rocco gets off work Friday night around 4pm,” slap me. Hard. About the traffic, dear God the traffic. Then we had to deal with the detours, and the construction, and did I mention the traffic? It took us six [...] Rocco (pointing at a billboard): Renaissance Festival. Should we stop? Me: Darn. And me without my Patchouli. We could get some food on a stick. I’m sure they have tons of “Ye Olde” stuff. Rocco: Yeah, Ye Olde Snapple. [...] Now that I’m finally home, I can start to catch up on writing all the silly drivel about the reunion and other travel mayhem I know you just can’t wait to read. In the meantime, here’s a short list of some of the crucial things I learned (most the hard way) while gallivanting through the Midwest (in no particular [...] Me (seat dancing wildly): When’s the last time you heard this song?! Rocco: A long time. Me (singing): Finally, it’s happened to me. Right in front of my face and I just can’t deny it. Rocco (looking at me dubiously): Are you actually having fun or are you just trying to entertain me? Me: A little from column A, a [...] Any squeamish men should stop reading now. I don’t like to complain. (I can already hear my siblings and mother smothering their guffaws at that statement, but roll with me, people.) I mean, I’m pleased as punch that my pubes grew back in and Aunt Flow is visiting routinely again. And yet, I’m rather annoyed to be [...] |
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