W.W.O.O.T. Day 2

   So, i have some WWOOT-ing* to write about.

* WWOOT: (verb) to participate in a WWOOT; WWOOT : (noun) a Wonderful Week Of Obnoxious Togetherness, originally pertaining to time spent with a family; the "Wonderful" may or may not be sarcastic.

WWOOT Day 2:

  This was Monday : Dad's Day.
  Ma had decided that each of us got a day of the WWOOT, where we would do things which that person would particularly enjoy. Keep in mind, however, that Ma was planning this so it's things that she would like, too. Therefore, to Dad's dismay, we did NOT go to a WWE fight. Sorry, Dad.
   We DID however get one of Dad's favorite foods: hot dogs. Yes, hot dogs.
   First, you should know that my Dad's life-long dream is to own a hot dog stand on a warm, white sand beach somewhere. He has strong opinions about hot dogs, and he believes that hot dogs should not be priced higher than a couple dollars. He doesn't believe it's fair, since they aren't very expensive. (i think he has a point.)
   So, Ma took us to Newburyport, Mass for some 25 cent hot dogs at a Richdale there. It was mostly for the joke of it than anything. (We are still joking about the hot dogs to my mum because they were not very good.

   We also were taken to a bakery known for their whoopie pies. The pies were small and had been in the fridge too long. They almost seemed stale or at least not fresh. Dad and i did not like that because we agreed that we like our whoopie pies room temperature. Well, Dad said he liked his out-of-the-oven fresh, but how often does that happen?

   At night, Lea - i didn't ask but i'm using her name anyway because she's never gonna read this - Lea had an audition for a play to go to that night. Lea's audition was in Salem, so we ate at the Naumkeag Restaurant near the Gulu Gulu Cafe. It was eh. The food was disappointing, and it wasn't as hoppin' of a place as we thought.

   All things considered, i felt bad for Dad. Ma and Lea were kinda rushing through Newburyport, (Lea didn't feel well), and we didn't have good food (Dad is a real foodie). It was just kinda lack-luster compared to the day before.