If you're like me, you anticipate your parents visits to Athens with both excitement and dread. Obviously you love them and want to see them, but it's a bit weird having them in the space that's inherently your own, where you gained your freedom. Sometimes its hard to find things that both you and your parents will enjoy doing, and you want to make sure you have fun in addition to taking the necessary Walmart trip. I especially want to make sure my parents have fun since we are from New York and it's a ten hour trip to Ohio University.

Since I'm a senior and it will be one of the last times my parents visit Athens, I vowed to make sure my parents trip was worth 20 hours of travel. I, along with some friends, live-tweeted their visit to keep track of all the hilarity and monotony that ensued.

First of all, I had to disclose to my followers that I would be going on an annoying, live-tweeting spree. I decided upon using #tandsteveinathens as the hashtag to document my parents, Stephen and Theresa's, visit.

I first met with my parents before my last class of the day at Donkey Coffee, as they were waiting for their hotel room to be available. I was happy to see nothing had changed since August.

I felt bad going to class when they just arrived, but they told me I needed to go. Luckily, I received bonus points!

Who loves emojis more than basic girls? Basic girls' moms. I hadn't been out with my parents in Athens yet since I just recently turned 21, but I couldn't imagine anything being greater than that.

Naturally, my parents squabbled over who got to sit next to me during our dinner at Broney's. T won.

Instead of my usual order of Rum and Coke, I copied my Dad and switched to Jack Daniels for the evening, since the drinks were on him.

Once the drinks started flowing and my parents got a little tipsy, their comments became live-tweeters gold.

My mom told me about her past...

My dad cautioned I should get a flu-shot due to protect me from stereotypical college activities...My mom cracked some jokes using college-kid vocab...

T then explained to our waitress the reason why she didn't need to be carded, not like the waitress was going to card her anyway...

Our next stop was The Pub, and I invited my friend Christy along. Since my phone died, she took over my live-tweeting duties.

My parents noticed the interesting demographic within The Pub and decided to give names to those with strange outfit choices...And then T started changing Amy Winehouse lyrics...

My parents were ready to turn in, so they left me and Christy at the bar. However, they ended up running into a few of my friends on the way home. You could say they had become local celebs by this point.

The next day, my Mom participated in one of her favorite pastimes: telling me what to wear.

I decided to stray from my usual Saturday activities (sleeping and Netflix) and do something my Dad would love and my Mom and I would try to understand.

My parents showed their Bobcat Pride.

Afterwards, T and I went on our obligatory Walmart trip, while my Dad rested at the hotel.

While we unpacked my groceries at my house, T used her mom skills on my roommate.

We ate at Texas Roadhouse for dinner, where my Dad got a little rowdy while watching football on TV.

My parents weren't up for round two on Court Street, so they drove me home. Our tradition is to eat at Union Street Diner for breakfast before they head home, but they didn't have faith I would be up by 7:30 AM.

I wanted for there to be a real goodbye the next day, but I didn't even know if I would wake up on time the next morning.

Luckily, I was up by 7:30 and able to make it to the diner for our traditional "see you soon" breakfast.

My Mom expected our waitress, who served us back in August, to remember her. She did, but only because of her "New Yawk" accent.

My Dad tends to save his life advice for the end of the trip. When I asked him to hand me sugar for my coffee, he only gave me one packet instead of my usual three. This is only one of the 50 tips he spewed at me before leaving.

I expected my parents to tear up before they left, as they had during their visits over the past three years, but the tears never came.

As I snuggled back into bed (it was only 9:30 AM), I got a call from my dad. Of course he had forgotten something.I learned a few things while documenting my parents visit to Athens:

1. Live-Tweeting isn't easy. There were so many more funny comments I could have posted, but I preferred hearing and reacting to them in the moment rather than staring at my phone and trying to write it down.

2. I shouldn't worry about what I'm going to do with my parents when they come to visit. There is always something fun to do in Athens, and I may end up being able to do something with them that I normally wouldn't with my friends. What's most important is that we get the chance to spend time together.

3. My family needs to come back when I turn 30 so we can go to Tony's together.

4. No matter how old I get, having my parents around still lowers my stress level, puts me at ease, and makes me feel more capable of taking on the world.

5. Even if no tears were shed this time, my parents visits will always include life advice, splurges at the grocery store, meals at restaurants instead of from the microwave, and good times. We will always be happy to see each other, always sad when we part, and always looking forward to the next visit.