Top 7

I spent this weekend at home, visiting my mom for Mother’s Day. I forgot all the things I miss about home. So without further ado, I now present the Top 7 things I missed about being back in my parent’s house:

7. The ability to test my parallel parking skills on a daily basis. I’ll admit, they have been falling off recently. If only I had driven up on Friday night, I would have had a true test to see my ability. However, this would have been two miles from my house, and so I decided to wait until the next day to make my trip. The two feet I got on both sides Saturday afternoon was child’s play.
6. Having a coke dealer across the street. Contrary to the jokes I make, I have never done coke. But there’s something comforting about knowing if I wanted to, there’s a supplier across the street. I miss that sometimes, the comfort factor.
5. An OCD complex for dinner. The fact that I came home on a Saturday meant that I might have the nerve to ask for something different for dinner than cheeseburgers. This would throw my dad’s whole week off. Thankfully order was restored when I confirmed that I do enjoy cheeseburgers.
4. Belmont Paraphernalia. You know what I miss? The class that having flowers in a glass that says “Belmont Park” brings to a living room. I miss having clothing emblazoned with the Belmont logo.
3. Showers with one temperature fits all. Oh, so you just got back from a run and want a cold shower? Too bad. All we got is hot. You’re trying to give a 2 year old a bath? Too bad, pour in some cold water from the sink.
2. My Cousin Vinny. Going home means having to give up remote navigation privileges to my dad. And I don’t think he has ever come across My Cousin Vinny and not stopped and watched that movie until it’s completed. I swear, The Godfather could be on one channel, Saving Private Ryan on another and the only time he will move off of My Cousin Vinny is if there’s a horse race going on. I guess he just likes making fun of I-talians and rednecks. And he probably imagines me doing mental gymnastics around people in Texas just like Joe Pesci.
1. Old CDs. Thanks to Brock, I was reminded that I had a bunch of CDs from 2000 and earlier that were boxed up in my parent’s house (Brock had to let me know he bought the Black Rob album for the second time. It was fun for about 5 minutes to have the phrase “Woah!” back in my life. And yes, Black Rob’s album was still at my parents.) I got about twenty old albums and bumped them all on the way home. The best part was going through the mixtapes I made back in high school. I’m telling you, my Dirty South mixtape is a work of art. Just the fact that I can listen to Petey Pablo’s “North Carolina, come on and raise up” while driving to work in the morning gets me excited.