Ah my lovely parents. I am so proud of them for their behavior this weekend! I went to NYC to visit one of my besties from college on Saturday morning, and I got back last night.
I was impressed by the following things on the course of my trip:
1) Astoria - what a little oasis in a hectic city of freak show!
2) Route 15, Merritt Parkway in Connecticut - waaaay prettier than 95, and faster!
3) My parents - for the reasons detailed below:
My parents, against every instinct that they have as people, did not call me ONCE during my weekend in New York. Not even to check and make sure I'd made it there safely. They didn't even ask me to call them when I arrived or ANYTHING. This was so shocking to my friend I was visiting (she knows them well) that she mentioned multiple times, "DH, I can't believe you parents haven't called you yet!! I'm proud of them!"
One might assume that like typical parents of a 28 year old woman, they would seize the opportunity to galavant around town, forget they have a fully capable adult child living at home with them, and basically HAVE FUN. But I know them, and I know that they got itchy fingers and picked up the phone, pushed almost my entire phone number, and hung up before the line connected, knowing they needed to give me space.
So congratulations, my parents - you did it! You spent a weekend not talking to me, and all was well! And I hear you went into Boston and partied, so good for you!