a reply to: Nyiah
Just make sure to visit in the warmer months or legs in isn't open. It's pretty much summer only.
I have a very funny and sentimental story.
So legs in is the real deal, so much so their cabins you mentioned also house the Polish waitresses who come on break to make a bit of coin during the
summer while visiting America (they're only there during the heart of summer, too late or early and you might have a local).
So a few years back and I'm in my mid 20`s and there with my mom. She's Italian, and needless to say, I'm a mommas boy and she'll never stop asking
about my prospects.
Our waitress is drop dead gorgeous with an accent, I'm melting. She takes our drink order and walks away. Jokingly I tell my mom I should have brought
a ring with me, small talk on my perspective of this stunning woman.... Wrong move.
Waitress comes back and my mom goes into total prospective grandma baby syndrome.
"what days do you work, what are you doing tomorrow? Want to come with us to Mackinaw island?"
She said she was odd the next day but was unsure what her plans were. She didn't have a cell for the states and left her Facebook link which had a
Polish alphabet extention after the .com/...... I think she was being polite, but who knows.
I do my best not to laugh and also help this young lady from my savage Italian mother on a mission.
Once we leave, we're walking to the car and my mom asks if I'm going to reach out to her. I kind of chuckle and tell her from my angle it doesn't seem
like it's appropriate or sensible.
She no chit told me the problem with my generation is that we don't dream. That her parents generation married women from their deployment over seas,
and maybe there's something to that.
But what made this one of my favorite stories of all times is that after navigating this conversation with my mom who's trying to set me up with a
girl who is not only in another state from which I live, but there visiting from another country. Her final rebuttal was "I'll let you drive".
Most guys would be mortified. It's truly one of the funniest stories I have. Our family is all over the country, when I hang out with my aunts and
their Italian guilt drives them to ask if they're being too embarrassing with their overall lovyness.... I retell this story and we all laugh until
our sides hurt.