I was away this weekend with Joyce. We went to Pennsylvania to visit my family, wish my Grandmother a happy birthday, and just relax and have a good time.

Which we did. We stayed with my sister, who I hadn’t seen in a few months, and who is much, much less insane and much more laid-back than the rest of my extended family who lives in the area. We played a couple games of Scrabble, which my sister won, as always (well almost, I think I’ve beaten her twice. ever.). We also went strawberry picking which I felt was much more like work than anything else, but Joyce and Jules (my sister) both seemed  to enjoy themselves so it wasn’t too terrible, I guess.

Saturday was my mom’s mom’s birthday, so we went there to have dinner. Her new catch phrase is “I’m 85, I can do whatever I want.” I kept responding with “Yes you can Grandma, yes you can.” That was a fairly enjoyable evening. My family wasn’t as crazy as they normally are, and they didn’t scare Joyce (or at least, she won’t admit it).

On Sunday Joyce and I went to Longwood Gardens which was beautiful, as always. It’s a pretty fantastical place, so I recommend that everyone go there. It’s pretty cheap to get in, and if you have student IDs (or say you’re students, they didn’t even check us) then you get in for half off. It’s full of flowers and trees and grass and cacti and all sorts of fauna. It’s beautiful. I might post some pictures if I ever get around to stealing them from Joyce.

Then Sunday night we came home. I come home to find my father and mother on the porch talking to some people from down the street that I’ve never met before. Apparently, on Friday night, a drunk kid hopped the fence behind our house and my dad went out to tell him to get off of our property. This kid then tackled my father in the middle of the street and proceeded to start hitting him, as like twenty other kids were gathered around. My dad didn’t hit him back, because… I’m not really sure why, but he didn’t. Now my dad is in pretty good shape, I know that he could toss me if he wanted to, so this kid wasn’t really hurting him this much. My dad actually said he was laughing when the kid started hitting him in the abdomen because he couldn’t even feel it.

Then one of the kids who lives across the street from us and his friends pulled this guy off of my dad. They then proceded to form a wall between my father and him and tell the kid to leave. They wouldn’t tell me dad who he was or let him see him. So I’m kind of upset that I wasn’t there Friday night to go out and kick this kid in the face a few times because my dad wasn’t willing to.

Then I wake up this morning and my mom tells me that our diagonal neighbor across the street said that there were kids at the bottom of our driveway last night drinking and yelling “Come out Mother Fucker!” I wish I had heard that, because I would’ve called the cops. Then gone out with a baseball bat and incited them to come at me.

Oh well.

So I go away for the weekend and Levittown turns into Hempstead… What is the world coming to?

1. Marisa Says:
   June 28th, 2008 at 12:42 am

   i dont see lawn gnomes and/ or flamingoes.