My parents are here and I am so excited to see them! Before their trip starts, my mom tells me they look like the Clampett's. When they pull up, I laugh because they do! A large, white cargo van pulls up with two middle-aged people stepping out. One is wearing a Florida souvenir t-shirt, the other, a t-shirt and silky gym shorts. Elly May and Jethro are in the house! We unload some boxes and dad goes to park the van. Literally, an hour later, he returns--no parking garages take vans that big. Poor guy!
I introduce my dad to Mel, my apartment agent, and she thinks he is my boyfriend. If I had a dollar for every time I've heard that, I'd be rich! I am contemplating whether or not I look that old, or he looks that young. Dad and I come to the consensus, he looks that young! ;) My parents love my place and are really happy with the building and the attendants/supers.
Let me back up--ever since I have moved into my apartment, I have been reassuring my parents the area I live in is safe. We leave my building and literally half way down the street, a crazy, cross-eyed man starts yelling towards my parents! Rambling about ridiculous things! Great. Another man passes and we hear a water sound. Yup, the man posts up by a pay phone and starts peeing. We turn around and laugh, hysterically. He peaks his head around the side of the pay phone, to reinsure no one is watching. Gotta love your neighbors! ;)
We continue our trek through the city. My parents, bless their hearts, need to learn the concept of fast-paced walking. I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt because of being tired from the long drive, but let's keep up! Tomorrow--no excuses! =) I hate to say it, but those people I blogged about a few days ago--those who stop and stare in the middle of the sidewalk at a dead halt--are my parents.
Dad forgets the right bag with the extra air mattress. So his bed is the hard wood floor. Comfy! I'm banking on getting no sleep because they both snore something fierce! I'm a light sleeper, so snorers and I do not mix well. No sleep and moving--sounds fantastic! I do tell them it's quiet where I live. Well, of course everything I have told them has been thrown completely out the window. Just now, a fire truck drives by, blaring their alarms. Peachy. They both jump and wake up! "Yeah, it's quiet on this street," my mom says sarcastically. Yeah, yeah, just go back to bed. How could you hear the sirens over your snoring anyway? =)
Note to self: When a news station does a story on the filthiness and grotesque behaviors of the street vendors in NYC, listen to it! Even though those delicious smelling, sugary nuts are making your taste buds water—watch the vendor and check out his cart. When you see him talking to himself, with drool hanging out of his mouth, walk away fast. Don’t stay and watch him wipe the spit with his hands and then stand up to help the customer that just walks up. Stick with the deli's and bakeries to fill your sugar craving.