Finally booked 6 hotels for the upcoming week-long college road tour. Spent untold hours trying to balance proximity to campuses, room availability and sliding scale between skeeve and luxe. I was expecting to feel the love, but only topic of interest to all other concerned parties: Not Ivy vs Non-Ivy, Small vs Large but…road food. My daughter looked at the itinerary and asked one question: “Can we stop at Costco on the way out of town?” This from a city girl who has never been to a Costco in her life. When I asked why she replied that she and her co-teen-traveler, A., want to stock up on king-size bags of junk food for the trip. I pointed out that: 1. We are not exactly going into the desert. I’m sure they have junk food in Providence, Hanover etc. And 2. King-size bags of junk food?!?!?! Are you kidding me? Then called other mother to go over itinerary and her first response: “I know the best place to get fried chicken in Saratoga Springs!” Needless to say, no one seemed at all impressed – or even interested – that I had managed to book at least 3 hotels with gyms and indoor pools. And my advice to bring sneakers? Eye-rolling all around. Do they sell wine at Costco??