Bloorp.

More than 15 years (15! 1-5!) have gone by since I’ve gone on a road trip with my parents and brother, and I thought those days were long behind me. But this past weekend, we took a whirlwind weekend trip to Cleveland, OH, where my cousin Jenny became the second in the family to get married.

The trip was more than a little surreal when I realized that my brother and I spent most of the time in the front and behind the wheel while our parents took it easy in the backseat.

We spent much of the trip making Simpsons references, from imitating Homer’s scream when he tried to sneak fruits and veggies across the border — and then driving past Bort Road shortly thereafter (!!!) — to saying “Free shower curtain!” when we arrived at the hotel and wondering whether or not Free Willy would be on TV.

We’d burst into random spurts of laughter, making our parents laugh.

After the fact, Dad would say, “What are we laughing at?”

Mom replied, “I don’t know. They have their own inside jokes, we’re just laughing at them laughing.”

We stopped at a McDonald’s for a pee break — Mom always has to go…again, weird role reversal — and Dad bought a coffee. He was confused trying to figure out the newfangled coffee lid when my brother impatiently flipped up the flap.

Dad’s eyes lit up in fascination and he exclaimed, “Amazing!”

To which Andrew dryly responded, “What a time to be alive.”

More tales from Ohio to come, including strange pictures, bananas and polka dancing. Welcome (back) to my life.