shuffle off to Buffalo
In about 3 hours, my wife, my son, my sister and I will pile into our 1998 Ford Explorer and drive through the night to Buffalo for the Easter weekend. There are several reasons why this is completely and unabashedly insane.
First, the family (namely, mine, since I'm from there; the wife hails from suburban Boston). 'Nuff said. The ties that bind and gag and all that. :-)
Secondly, the drive. Originally, the plan called for my wife and I to wake up at the normal time (that is, whevener the kid woke us up), load up the car, get gas, swing by Harvard Square to get my sis, then hit the road, Jack. However, this morning, the wife was struck with this little spacenugget of brilliance: why not drive there at night? I have to admit, my initial reaction was something along the lines of what the fuck for?! Then it dawned at me: when does the kid sleep? Right! When all other sane, normal people do -- at night. If we drive at night, that may increase the likelihood of the boy actually sleeping en route. Had we driven during the day, we'd have screwed up his napping/feeding/playing/babbling schedule. This way, he'll (hopefully) sleep throughout much of the journey, and only his mother, father and aunt will have their schedules screwed up. :-)
Aah, nothing a couple hours' nap can't fix, right? Breakfast in Buffalo... JJ's or Amy's Place, anyone?
That's one thing I love about going back to the old sod: the food. Ask any ex-pat from Buffalo what they miss most, and chances are they'll say something pertaining to food. You can't really go wrong with a town that has Wegmans, the original Chicken Wings, Bocce's Pizza, Anderson's Custard and Beef-on-Weck? I'm drooling already (and my cholesterol is skyrocketing)... :-)
If I can just swing visits with my two buddies still living there, all will be grand. Provided familial bliss reigns o'er all the land, too -- that would help.
First, the family (namely, mine, since I'm from there; the wife hails from suburban Boston). 'Nuff said. The ties that bind and gag and all that. :-)
Secondly, the drive. Originally, the plan called for my wife and I to wake up at the normal time (that is, whevener the kid woke us up), load up the car, get gas, swing by Harvard Square to get my sis, then hit the road, Jack. However, this morning, the wife was struck with this little spacenugget of brilliance: why not drive there at night? I have to admit, my initial reaction was something along the lines of what the fuck for?! Then it dawned at me: when does the kid sleep? Right! When all other sane, normal people do -- at night. If we drive at night, that may increase the likelihood of the boy actually sleeping en route. Had we driven during the day, we'd have screwed up his napping/feeding/playing/babbling schedule. This way, he'll (hopefully) sleep throughout much of the journey, and only his mother, father and aunt will have their schedules screwed up. :-)
Aah, nothing a couple hours' nap can't fix, right? Breakfast in Buffalo... JJ's or Amy's Place, anyone?
That's one thing I love about going back to the old sod: the food. Ask any ex-pat from Buffalo what they miss most, and chances are they'll say something pertaining to food. You can't really go wrong with a town that has Wegmans, the original Chicken Wings, Bocce's Pizza, Anderson's Custard and Beef-on-Weck? I'm drooling already (and my cholesterol is skyrocketing)... :-)
If I can just swing visits with my two buddies still living there, all will be grand. Provided familial bliss reigns o'er all the land, too -- that would help.
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