I know most people aren’t down with the idea of hanging out with their folks. But I kind of like it. We stayed an extra three days in Vegas (well, Vegas-adjacent) just to spend some quality goof-off time. My parents are pretty great, and always have been. They support my dreams and my creativity, they encourage me, and they’re there when I need them. I regretted that my final breakfast was my last meal for a while there. Which, I suppose, is how you should always leave someone else’s house as a guest.
