Forgive my ramshackle reminiscing, it's been a long day

This past Saturday I went out to my dad's house for a cookout. The part started at noon but I didn't get there until 7pm. It wasn't until I arrived that I found that both my brother and sister had left hours beforehand and I was left to my own devices with my dad and his friends, oh and my uncle and aunt. Strangely enough I found myself getting along more with those who were over forty than the one couple there that hadn't hit 30 yet.
I had planned to only have one drink, maybe two, but I ended up with about 4 or 5 and having a blast chatting with a woman my dad works with. I also seem to get along with his neighbor from across the road, they hang out all the time and drink martinis. Man stuff.
Everyone was gone by 10:30 and my calorie count was ruined for the day.

Driving out there I got that familiar pang of home-sickness that I get every time I visit central Mass. It was even stronger that night because it had been scorchingly hot in the city during the day but by the time I was out in the woods it was twilight and balmy. I got off the highway and rolled my windows down, everything was blue and green, insects chirping...
I don't even know how to describe it other than, just, bliss.

It's funny because I didn't grow on a farm or anything like that but I can see the major differences between myself and those who grew up in suburbs and cities.
My boyfriend came to stay with me at my grandparents house once, which is almost as remote as my dads house, if you don't count the interstate nearby that is hardly used.
Keep in mind that this is where I grew up, this is what I am used to, and my boyfriend, while a born and bred city kid, was also a boy scout/eagle scout for 10+ years.
We were in the large guest room getting ready for bed and I started to turn the covers down and at the same time I said to him, "Oh yeah, if you find any dead lady-bugs or anything just flick them away..." which I myself then proceeded to do.
He stopped and just looked at me in awe and horror and asked "Why would there be dead lady-bugs in the bed??"
"Because we're in the woods. You were a boyscout, weren't you?!"
I guess tents and cabins are allowed to have bugs, but houses are not.

This entry has taken me forever to write, and it's very scattered, brain is mush, maybe tomorrow will be more coherent...