PRO
by Lindsey
Ah, the joys of family vacations. Hours of bonding time in a four-door, listening to the soothing sounds of Dad snoring next door, Mom telling you how to handle your current relationship, Bro thinking he's wayyyyy cooler than you, and Sis spending more time texting and Tweeting and Instagraming than catching up with you.
Snarky situations aside, there are mad perks to vacationing with the entire fam. You pay for nothing. And I mean nothing. It's positively glorious. Trust me, I cannot wait for my family vacation in August: restaurants where I can order a filet instead of a salad, request one or two glasses of wine, select a delectable dessert, and it's all going to be free ninety-nine for MOI.
But let's not be shallow here. What about the bonding time? Talking about members outside of the immediate family, some of whom you don't know at all.
Mom's news: Great-aunt Myrtle broke a hip, Cousin Lucy ran off with a Frenchman and got knocked up, Granny won Bingo last week--hurray for multicolored, plastic-bead necklaces!
Dad's news: He's buying a sports car, re-marciting the pool, buying a new-and-improved grill, and going on the Atkins diet (which requires him to resist beer. Challenge accepted.)
Bro's news: School's fine. .... .... *crickets chirping in the background*
Sis's news: OH EMMM GEEE she's in love with Trent, a lacrosse player. He's moving to Wyoming, and she wants to go with him.
Your news: The real world sucks. You're poor and you want to make more money. Your roommates drive you insane, and your as single as a lone dollar bill. You'd like to win the lottery and move to Europe.
Bonding time FTW!
CON
by Kristina
Vacation and family are like really white people and the sun. They need to meet up sometimes, but if they spend too much time together, it ends in pain. I love my family more than life itself but I think we all need a vacation from each other sometimes. Not with each other.
I don’t know about you all, but family vacations stress my family out. The whole beginning part of the trip my dad is gripping the steering wheel like it’s about to get sucked into space. Not what I might call relaxing. And then of course, there’s the sleep factor. When the boys snore, it sounds like tons of gravel being fed into a blender which is then turned on. And on. And on. Blend till smooth.
I’m all about family bonding time, but maybe not in a confined space. Just sayin’.
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