Just over the horizon?
Coming in from the west?
It sounds like a storm is coming.
It is. WCG2 arrive at La Guardia tonight.
The parental units haven't seen Cheeky in person since April, and the financial advantage of having a place like Bespin to stay was enough to coax them out of the rolling hills and stagnant economy of the Inland Empire.
I'm excited that they're coming, because I feel like they get the short end of the stick with Cheeky. ECG gets to see her a couple times a week, buy her expensive and unnecessary toys, and occasionally show her off to friends. Meanwhile we hold up pictures of WCG2 so Cheeky won't think we're being invaded by the cast of Cocoon when they walk through the door.
As I've mentioned before, they aren't accustomed to the big city. They're image of New York is a combination of Welcome Back, Kotter, Escape from New York , and the butt-sex scenes from Rome. (Dude, what is up with all that? How did the Romans have time to conquer the Mediterranean with all that sodomy?) I feel like I'm constantly convincing them that Bernie Goetz and Son of Sam are long gone, and that the 8 million people who live here do so because they love the vibrancy, not because it's a necessary step in Purgatory.
They also tend to forget that it's actually located within the United States, and populated with human beings. By way of example, my Mom wanted to know what clothes to bring, and talked about how bulky it is to pack for cold weather. Then she asked if she "should bring any cereal." Why, pray tell, would she need to do that? "I don't know if you have Quaker with raisins there. We could pack it just in case."
Good idea...I think the local grocery store only carries sushi and spicy terrorist food.
But I love them just the same, and if they're lucky they should catch Cheeky in rare form. The only way they see her now is via Skype, and that only happens when she's docilely watching Elmo (unpacified toddlers + computer keyboards = Genius Bar). They probably think she's a calm and quiet child. They didn't see her attack the barbecue sauces at Fairway like they were ill-behaved Legos this Sunday.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get 2% milk. Apparently I need to import it...