… Reverend Green be glad to see you when you haven’t got a prayer.
But boy you’ve got a prayer in Memphis.

The boy and I spent this past weekend in my hometown, which is a place where everyone has a prayer, according to Marc. Either way, we had a fabulous time, and I wish we could go back already.

We didn’t hit the usual haunts I visit whenever I go home, but it was just as wonderful.

Friday night, we spent with my father, enjoying conversation and drinks over a fine dinner and an ice cream treat afterward. Saturday, we lounged around the house, went to see Slumdog Millionaire then went to a fantastic pizza place (that’s BYOB!) with my mother. I may or may not have been a little tipsy off the cheap red wine we brought to dinner by the time we left. Sunday, the boy left after church and lunch, and I spent most of that evening at my dad’s home.

My mother and I went to Riverside Nails to get pedis and manis (the ultimate relaxation thing for us), gorged on BBQ for lunch and explored the new Target that opened literally one mile from her home before I hopped in the car and headed back to Mississippi with Lucy.

All in all, it was a good weekend. Something about being home is relaxing, no matter how dramatic my family can be, and I hope we can make our way back that direction in the near future. I’d forgotten how much fun it is to spend time together with my parents.