And Now for a Collab With Dad

Cape May

{Mara Hoffman dress, Gucci sandals, Very Allegra necklace, Stella & Dot earrings, Dior sunnies}

Hydrangeas

Gus Andy

{My dad, Gus, wearing the latest IT shoes…hotel slippers}

Cape May

“Maria, what’s a blog?” my dad asks me as I express the genuine concern I haven’t blogged in over a week because I’m a lazy turd and would rather squander my time on the beach, napping or eating gooey cheeseteaks.

“For chrissakes, baba! It’s my personal diary on the internet. My passion project. My job. You never listen to me. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?,” I screech (we Greeks are physiologically incapable of using “indoor voices”).

My face is now 50 shades of fuchsia. DEEP BREATHS, Maria. You’re on the verge of a meltdown of Scott Disick proportions.

So instead of explaining what a blog is to him for the 1,456th time — an action which will easily shave off 20 precious years from my lifespan — I cool off, grab my camera and tell pops, “Let’s do this. Let’s create a blog post together. This way, you’ll get it.”

He’s totally game of course, because he’s a really sweet guy (it’s just tragic he’s acutely allergic to the internet and technology which explains why he still uses a clam-shaped cellphone). So we hit the Victorian streets of my hometown of Cape May, New Jersey and our impromptu Blogging for Badass Senior Citizens curriculum commences without a hitch. 

Did I mention dad insists on wearing his hotel slippers? Way to let that freak flag fly high, dude. AND THEN YOU ALL WONDER WHY I’M SO WIGGIDY WACK. Inhabiting odd traits are in my genetic makeup, obviously.

Anyhoo, dad snaps some pics of me in my favorite summer dress as I perch myself atop a cavalry of colorful porches in the neighborhood as we chitchat about what we’re going to eat for lunch, dinner and breakfast the following day (Greeks also freakishly obsess about food 96% of their time). Dad’s the consummate pro and snaps away and we’re actually having a fucking blast because he’s wearing terry cloth slippers and everyone is staring at us like we’re neanderthals and this is the kind of hysterical crap that makes me laugh really, really hard.

Dad’s having a hoot. I’m having the best time since the discovery of laser hair removal. And we’re really connecting on this blogging quagmire. We zip home, I upload the pictures, write this ditty and voilà! — dad now understands blogging. 

And after slipping on his terry cloth slippers, well, I now unequivocally comprehend his affinity for wearing them in public. Clearly, we taught one another a lot today. What did I learn from dad’s peculiar sartorial choices, precisely? When you embrace the weirdness, you’re winning at life.

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11 Comments

  1. Vivian
    July 7, 2015 / 4:58 pm

    The hotel slippers…hahahahahahahahahahahahhaaaaaaa

  2. Cristina
    July 7, 2015 / 5:09 pm

    Blogging for Seniors… You’re hysterical

  3. Cristina
    July 7, 2015 / 5:29 pm

    I love that necklace.

  4. Vivian Chaplick
    July 8, 2015 / 6:51 pm

    Maria, I was choking while reading this.

  5. Fofo
    July 9, 2015 / 5:51 am

    Very funy Maria special your Dad with the slippers I love you Maraki (Maria ) you are such a good Dauhter And You play him in your little finger
    Fofo

  6. Sandra
    July 9, 2015 / 11:56 pm

    This was absolutely awesome. Your writing kills me. Love you!

  7. July 26, 2015 / 11:17 pm

    And this is why your my favorite blog to read lmfao your a riot! {~Totally relating to having the weird gene btw~}

  8. Kelly
    August 26, 2015 / 8:44 pm

    I absolutely loved it 😉 the terry cloth slippers?? What the hay??? I thought I was the only one!! Your dad is awesome… Maybe next time he’ll wear the Gucci sandals😜

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