Saturday, April 14, 2007

Something Wicked This Way Comes

It's 7:00 and Larry's in the next room. I think if given the choice, he'd sleep until 11 AM.

Welcome to the in-laws house.

Yep, we're in Chicago at my parent's new house. I have a three-day conference starting on Sunday so we decided to tie in a trip to my folks. Let's just point out that it was snowing when our plane landed.

SNOWING!?! The week after the Easter bunny arrived, saw his shadow and ended winter, right? Whatever... I fucking hate winter.

Their new house is going well, though it reminded me that the thought of ever moving from our home scares me. We've been in our house for 14 years now and everything is how I like it. (Did you know that I was creature of habit? I pretend to be spontaneous, but in truth, I plan it out way early and just make it look like I'm spur-of-the-moment.)

For being here only 10 days, my folks have done a decent job settling in. Don't go down in the basement however. A family of gypsies could live there for a year and no one would have a clue.

On Thursday, we went downtown and saw Wicked. If you've never seen this show, you really should. It's wonderful. We had seen in it in previews in NYC with Idina Menzel and Kristen Chenowith, but these two women here did an amazing job as well. Well worth the money.

For the most part, we've been shopping, playing games and just chatting...or really listening to my mom. But if you close your eyes, you can almost imagine yourself getting a few words in. It's surreal how many words can come from that little body.

In the weirdest reversal of misfortunes, sleeping habits have all changed. My folks go to bed at midnight or 1 am and wake up mid-morning. I on the other hand, can sleep in until 6:30 am and feel rested. It does provide for some great early morning Internet time, but we're eating breakfasts at 11:30 am. My whole day is practically over by 10:30 in the morning. I feel like going into their room, pulling open the drapes, ripping off the covers and screaming "I wasn't the one who went out all night drinking Lowenbrau and listening to Maiden Lady." (She never could get her facts straight.)

However, the thought of going into my parent's bedroom is creepy. What's worse is that we are sleeping in their old bed. They upgraded to a king-size bed so the guest room inherited the old queen-size one.

Larry teased me the first night. "We're sleeping in the bed your parents had sex in."

I didn't take the bait. "Don't be silly. My parents only had sex twice and the last time was 38 years ago when my brother was born. This bed is only 22 years old. It's not the same one."

Parents having sex. Geez, have you ever heard of something so goofy?

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Blogger Bacchus said...

When we went to visit the Hubby's grandparents a few years ago, they put us in his Mom's old bedroom. It still has the pink canopy bed. Needless to say there was no canoodling that night.

Parents just don't have sex. LOL What was he thinking?

12:23 PM  
Blogger Yondalla said...

Have I told you that I use this as an example for people who have the "icky" response to homosexuality? I tell them that I understand but that finding something disturbing to think about is not the same thing as finding it to be wrong. When they are confused I ask them what they would rather watch: gay p*rn or a home video of their parents getting it on? I have NEVER had anyone pick the home video.

By the way, threatening to tell your teenage children about your sex life can be an excellent way to get them to do almost anything.

12:54 PM  
Blogger Mamma said...

Sounds like a great visit!! Hope it's warmed up.

I've tagged you for a meme when you get a chance.

12:45 PM  
Blogger Daddy L said...

What's creepier is sleeping in your parents' current bed, which we did last Christmas. I empathize with you dude. Brrr.... I still get chills thinking about it.

And I had a crappy sleep to boot.

11:55 AM  
Blogger Whit said...

This reminds me of the words of Milhouse, it's better to walk in on both parents than walk in on one.

1:00 PM  
Blogger KristieD said...

since i moved back in with my parents i have unfortunately had to come to terms with the fact that they have sex. it was made apparent to me one morning, very early (4am) on my way out the door to go to work, as i had to step over all of their clothes strewn across the house and driveway. Ya- even the driveway. So of course, i have to call my sisters and make them all uncomfortable too. Parents are supposed to have sex, i just wish sometimes mine knew that. ;)

6:17 PM  
Blogger Andrea said...

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9:53 AM  
Blogger Georgia said...

So strange that you blogged about this...last weekend my mom brought us my parents' old bed (headboard/footboard) for our guestroom and we paired it with Emil's mom's mattress set. It's the Ethan Allen Cancer Collection in there.

10:26 AM  
Anonymous Dan said...

We wanted to go and see wicked when we were in Chicago last month, but it was obvously all sold out so we saw the blue man group instead, which was most enjoyable anyway.

5:29 PM  
Blogger Rich | Championable said...

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9:15 AM  

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