At least it is over

So if you know me you know that my future in-laws stress me out. Big time. Especially when they come to Philly to visit us. This is mostly because they do not like cities. Especially cities that have poor people in them. Or black people. Or Asian people. Or gay people. Or traffic. Or a lack of larger free parking garages on every corner. Or where people actually walk. Or where people eat in restaurants that are not also present in every other town in the United States. So essentially, they really do not like Philly. They always drive down. In a van. Which is impossible to find free, easily accessible parking for. They always stay down by the airports since it is cheaper and they dont have to actually be in the city and there is free parking for the 8 person van. And they always insist that we spend as much time as possible outside of Philadelphia. The problem with all these things is that we actually like living in cities, specifically Philadelphia. We do not have a car, because it is impossible to park one and it is expensive and we do not need one. Because we walk everywhere. And we do not leave the city all that often. Because we like the city! We also are not great planners. We usually have a list of things we want to do and then you know, go with the flow? Yeah there is not so much flowing when it comes to the rest of the Gallagher clan. So let us start at the beginning. It actually started out fairly well.

Friday they drove down from RI and made pretty good time. Not much construction or traffic. So that is good. And when they got to the city they actually managed to find a parking spot at the meters across the street. Yay. So we met them all at the apartment. They had brought a bunch of stuff down from RI. Which is very nice. And is nominally the reason for the van. Though we would be so much happier if we didnt get the stuff and there was no van. We had bought everyone Phillies shirts to wear to the game. We thought it was a nice gesture. Well Matty chose the wrong size for his father. So his dad took one look at it, declared it to small and that was it. Whatever. Fine. So after Matty opened his birthday presents we immediately left the apartment because there was only an hour and a half before game time, cant be late! So we drove down to the stadium and luckily the parking wasnt that expensive. The Phillies were playing the Marlins who were at the top of the division. So we wandered around the park for
awhile and tried to find food options that everyone would be happy with. Ha. I know, funny. So the game started and it did not start well. But it got much better. For dinner we had hot dogs (because it was a BASEBALL game) and Italian Sausage. Matty's dad got a cheesesteak. When we got dinner Matty's brother forgot to get Marisa a drink. So that went over as if he had dropped her hot dog (which she hated) on the ground, stepped on it and then gave it to her. So that was a great way to start the weekend. Even though it was a mistake that took 5 minutes to resolve. We drank considerably more than I thought we would considering beers were $6.50. After the game after much argument and cojoling we managed to get Matty's parents to let us take the subway and for them to just go back their hotel since it would be backtracking to drive into the city and then go back South to the hotel. So we took the Broad Street line with Jamie and Marisa. Well first we wandered around the parking lot for awhile. Because Matty "knew" exactly where the subway stop was. In the exact opposite direction it actually was (which I told him). Did I mention Marisa was wearing flip flops? So we got on the subway along with the other Phillies fans. Of course it was too crowded and smelled funny and we didnt get seats and some of the people were drunk and we actually had to touch the handles! So that wasnt really popular. We were standing next to Chase Utley's little sister though. Oh they won by the way! Sorry. When we got to South we still had an arduous 7 blocks to walk! We stopped and picked up slices at Lazaro's since Marisa was unsatisfied with her hot dog dinner. When we finally got home we stayed up playing Wii (or rather watching Matty and his brother) and then fianlly got to bed around 1.

We were being picked up at 9 (they were letting us sleep in) Saturday morning for no apparent reason so when did we have to wake up? 6:45 of course. More on this later, I have to go check my gel. Just imagine my mood after 5 hours of sleep to listen to Marisa's alarm go off and then listen to her whisper and yell at her husband until I finally dragged ass out of bed and showered. Before her. Even though she was the reason we had to get up so fucking early.