How was your weekend? Joey and I went home for the long weekend, to the town where we grew up, where our parents' houses are 1.9 miles away from each other. We drove home Saturday morning, stopped at a really gross Taco Bell and ate next to a family that took up three whole spots when they parked their car on a complete diagonal to the parking lines. We stopped in at the farm where we used to work when we got into town to talk to the farmer. And then we finally made it to my parent's house. It rained all weekend (except the day we left, of course) so we spent some time catching up on all the weird shows we miss out on because we don't have tv service, such as Jersey Shore, Extreme Couponers, and My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. For a guy whose wardrobe consists of flannel shirts and John Deere hats, Joey sure does like watching those guys on Jersey Shore! And I got a kick out of the gypsy weddings...I didn't even know gypsies still existed! I was thinking Esmerelda from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame and these girls were more all about the 90 lb. wedding dresses covered in sequins.
Not only did we catch up on our TV, we also caught up with a friend from high school. We walked downtown to meet him at a bar he was at. The bar had a dress code...and Joey wasn't allowed to wear his baseball hat inside! We weren't in the country anymore. I'm not even sure the bar in our town has a no shirt, no shoes policy.
On Sunday I spent the day with my mom. We went to a few antique malls and out to lunch at a Thai restaurant. Joey visited his Grandpa. My mom and I learned how to make guacamole and ate the entire bowl. On Monday morning before we left for home, Daisy got to go for a walk with her doggy friend Buddy and his owner Linda. She loves them very much. So much so that we cannot say their names out here because she will run to the door and get excited, and it's too sad when she doesn't actually get to see them. Even Daisy misses her friends from home.
All in all, it was a good weekend. We got to see our families and we were reminded of how glad we are to live in the country, where you can wear whatever you damn well please to the bar and you don't have to pay $4.50 for a beer and $4.22/gal for gas.