And Now, Back to Normal

Well, first off, I must say, thank God the Falcons are terrible. The Titans played about the worst game imaginable and still pulled out a seven-point victory. 3-1's not a bad start.

Now that my parents are back in Nashville, I can get back to the grind. There's something really strange about the first couple of days after any kind of special occasion. (I know my parents coming to town is stretching it as a special occasion, but you understand.) Whether it's an occasion you've been really excited about, or really dreading, or whatever, there's a let-down when it passes. I mean, what now? Normalcy is always a little jarring.

That being said, my visit with my parents went about as well as is physically possible. A weekend is really the perfect amount of time. If they were here for a week, or if they lived here, I would get really tired of them. Believe me, I know; I lived with them for the last year and a half. Space is necessary. But a weekend is good. You can enjoy each other's company and have a good time without getting too much on each other's nerves. I'll admit, by Sunday I was glad they were headed back to Nashville, but that was more about me being spent and ready to have some time to be lazy than it was about being desperate for them to leave.

There are definitely perks to the parent visit, as well. I was really in a tight spot financially going into Friday. Then, I got my first paycheck on Friday and my parents were in town for the weekend, so now I'm rolling in it. Having your meals paid for for a few days, and getting your fridge stocked for free really helps. It's also nice to have parents who are really into good food and wine, because it means you get to eat at great restaurants for far too much money and drink fine wine. Quite a change from the normal quesadilla/pizza diet. For any of you who like sushi and have parents willing to pay far too much for a good meal, I cannot recommend the restaurant we went to Saturday night highly enough. It's a sushi restaurant in South Beach called Nobu, and we had one of the best meals I can remember. Granted, my memory isn't any good. But let's just say it was a great meal. For once I have a full, satisfied stomach. And that makes me happy. Later.