I think this is how Lindsay Lohan got her start

Clearly my mom has been hanging around too long with the likes of me, which has raised her to new heights of inappropriateness.

 

Scenes from the Vacation of Kate and Momma

 

Saturday night, 7 pm: "Let's just have a glass of wine at the hotel and then we'll go get food."

 

9:30: Leave to get food. Discussion of which celebrities we would sleep with. Both can agree on Bill Clinton. My choice of Bob Dylan is hooted down.

 

10:30: "Mom, I don't think you're supposed to eat the banana leaves the fish is wrapped in." 

"But they taste like pot!" 

 

Sunday evening: See Avenue Q.

 

Monday morning: Exiting a candy store on the Lower East Side.

K: Oh look! Babeland. Speaking of tourist destinations.

M: Let's go there! Oh darn. It's closed.