So I got back two days ago from spending my Memorial Day busily not studying for my exams in Morton, Texas, where we were visiting my great-grandma. Morton is a tiny, dying town of about 2,000 people, so as you can imagine there is not a whole lot to do there. Some of our weekend activities included:

1. Playing on the antiquated playground equipment (and let's face it, old playgrounds are way better, since they have all the good stuff that's not all 'safety conscious'
2. Walking down to the Thrifty Food (the only grocery store) to buy boxes of ice cream sandwiches (and paying only in nickels, dimes, and quarters, much to the cashiers chagrin)
3. Shooting beer bottles down at the county dump (and driving illegally to get there)

It's pretty much the most redneck memorial day I've ever had, but it was definitely not as bad as it could have been. After all, Morton is probably the only place in the world where you can say to your parents, "Hey, we're gonna go wander around town for a while. We don't really know where we're going, and we're not sure when we'll be back, either," and they'll be like "Um, ok. Here, are you going to need any money?"
A decent Memorial Day, all things considered.