Christmas in July (August..whatever)
Going through one of the many collections that have taken up space in my life and cupboards for nearly 30 years I decided to display the shot glasses on a little shelf. I was washing them and reminiscing about where we purchased them. Some were gifts so I get to live those memories of trips to Paris and many tropical islands vicariously. The best ones were the ones we bought on our own trips. New York, Boston, New Orleans, Texas, Florida. A few from his single days. Then there were the ones from Santa’s Village and Storyland. Really? We bought shot glasses on these family trips? I don’t recall doing that. I do recall wanting to drink. Badly. For those of you who don’t live in New England, Storyland and Santa’s Village are in the beautiful White Mountains of New Hampshire located conveniently near each other. So near that after spending an entire day trudging through one, the little cherubs are sure to spot the one you didn’t visit. Parents, you know how that goes. We are approximately 3 hours away. Most people would spend the night. Maybe do one park each day over a weekend. Not Mr. Frugal. He liked making it a day trip. We would leave the house at 6 or 7 a.m., my sister and her family coming along in their own car, drive for three hours, stop a few times to pee, eat, pee, puke (not me.. Thing 3). Finally we would arrive. Complain about the gate fees, take a few forced family photos (one of them of my nephew even made it into the book Awkward Family Photos – true story), walk until our feet were bleeding, buy over priced toys and souvenirs (I bet those shot glasses were not cheap!). Storyland was just what you would imagine. Like speed reading a children’s book on acid. Santa’s Village (where we invariably visited on a day when it was 90 degrees with 100% humidity) had many of the same rides but with a Christmas theme, a fully suited Santa (he had to have a fan in his pants.. I don’t know how he survived otherwise), singing elves, mangy reindeer. All the stuff of great childhood memories. After a full day, we would pile the sweaty, tired kids into the car and reverse direction.. puke, pee, eat, pee.
So yeah, buying the shot glasses.. no memory at all. Wanting a drink (or three).. like it was yesterday!
If I had it do to all over again I would in a heart beat and I can’t wait to take my grandchildren. 🙂
Here’s the little prince in the picture that made him famous. In my family alone we have about a dozen copies of this book.
I’m sure he was just mad because we made him let the little one drive. She looks like she’s having fun, but she was probably talking smack every time they were out of earshot,.