Parents rarely visited, calls were made on a pay phone in the hall and you were forced out of the comfort of your high school life into college life.
I was looking forward to this event so I could see Peter and so Bella could officially tour the school.
We arrived on Halloween and went to dinner. It was a lot of fun and terrific to see Peter in this new environment. We went to Wegmans in Pittsford after dinner so we could load Peter up with water and so I could get a look at the place.
We dropped Peter back off at his dorm so he could do some college age trick or treating.
On Saturday, the weather was a mix of cold, wet, and miserable.
Saturday morning we went to the info session and then on a tour of the school. For the most part, I had only seen Peter's dorm room; I love the place.
Bella has already applied there; it was terrific for her to get a good look as well. What was especially excellent was that we had our own tour guide. It made asking a ton of questions very easy.
We had tickets to a football game we quickly kaboshed. I don't like sitting in the rain watching kids I do know, to sit watching kids I don't know seemed like a recipe for disaster on my mood.
Which was spiraling downward.
I was now on Peter's turf. This was his new home. He felt a need to entertain us and that really wasn't all that fair to him.
He did, though, suggest a stroll through the mall. If you know me, even a little, you know shopping is not my thing. But I put on my big girl panties and we really did have a nice time just being together.
My dear friend Claire grew up in Rochester and had suggested a restaurant to eat at. It was perfect and exactly what we needed for an early dinner.
Bella stayed overnight with Peter. They went to a party. Apparently my children "ruled the pong table."
For the record, no drinking was admitted to being done in my presence. OF COURSE I know the drinking age is 21. To my knowledge, it has not, nor will it ever happen in my house until they are of legal age.
Teens are sneaky little bastards.
God knows, I was.
Bella met a ton of kids, all of whom felt it was their responsibility to tell her she HAD TO COME TO FISHER, except for one, who thought Northeastern was the way to go.
We ate out, one last time, at Peter's request. We laughed. A lot.
The ride home took one million years. Seriously.
Family Weekend is a wonderful event for parents who worry about their kids. I'm not a worrier. It is costly. I would only do it for a Freshman.
Unless they need MY expertise at the pong table...
That's what I'm here for
I'm built for having a ball
I love the nightlife
I love my Bud light
I like 'em cold and tall