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It’s a family tradition

My parents visit me in NYC from the Scranton area every so often. In theory, they enjoy visiting. In theory.

Sometimes they come to Brooklyn and then complain about the graffiti, the parking, the traffic and/or the “distance” from ‘New York.’

My retort that Brooklyn IS New York gets ignored.

More often than not, my parents ask me to meet them in Manhattan at their favorite restaurant–and then complain about the availability of parking, the cost of parking, the crowds and/or my hair/outfit/weight/lack of boyfriend or husband (that last bit is all Mom).

At Pellegrino’s in Little Italy, our small family’s every idiosyncrasy is known, accepted, embraced and even fawned over because, you see, we started going there in 1995 or 1996.

Even though I went through times where I didn’t want to go there, preferring new! and! exciting! sceney! places! and bitchfaced through meals, I still have my own antipasto that isn’t on the menu. They make it for me without me asking.

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Beach-bound

Peconic Bay by Tom Slaughter via 20×200

It’s that time again: #ScrantonTweets at the Beach.

Last year, my father planked. The year prior, I got him drunk on margaritas (just two!). What should I have him do this year?

My friend Leslie, a psychologist, is joining me at the beach. I’m a little concerned about her reaction to my family. Wouldn’t you be?

You still have at least one new post coming per day–hope you’ll check in between barbecues, beach trips and hangovers.

Don’t worry about me posting that I’ll be away. First, I live in an apartment building with several levels of security. Second, I have a friend staying in my place for some of the time. Third, everything in my apartment is covered in a  layer of dust because I haven’t called the cleaning lady for ages.

#scrantontweets ahead

With Thanksgiving just days away, this can mean only one thing: #scrantontweets are in my immediate future.

Are you excited to hear about things that Mom says leading to bitchfacing?

Will Dad provide me with another cinematic gem like when he visited Brooklyn for the first time?

Only time will tell.

I missed you. Did you miss me?

Hello. I’m back. Did you miss me?

I was in Utah for work for a whole week. While I can’t blog about that, I can tell you that this happened:

Yep, I shot guns. Really big guns. And it was a work-related meeting. Cool, huh?

Then I returned to NYC and saw this with my visiting parents. Dad said “I don’t want it to end” which made me so glad I bought the tickets for all of us.

Finally, my parents came to check out my new apartment and have brunch. It was my father’s first visit to Brooklyn and he seemed to love it. Either that or the restaurant spiked his coffee.

You be the judge.