Topper (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} toppercub) wrote,@ 2009-06-30 18:48:00 |
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Vacation...All I Ever Wanted
"You are about to take a very pleasant, satisfying vacation." -- Fortune in a fortune cookie I had the day before friends arrived.
After years of trying to get them to come down, Larry and Jason, my two best friends, came from New Brunswick for a visit. All I can say is that it was a phenomenal week -- by far the best week I've spent in an extremely long time. (Some photos of the visit are on their website. Check them out!)
You may recall that I've been preparing for this visit for a long time. If you cannot recall, go back and read a few entries. Go ahead...I'll wait....
Done? Okay. So for the past six months I've been preparing for this visit: painting, redecorating, landscaping, cleaning, washing, repairing, planning. And on June 20, 2009, they finally touched down at Chicago O'Hare into my welcome arms.
The visit itself was a wonderful whirlwind of activity: day trips to get our feet dirty in Chicago* involving a first-ever train ride for Jason, a few days in the Wisconsin Dells which gave Jason his first-ever round of miniature golf and a magnificent sunburn (Jason evidently has a lot to experience), wonderful meals, crappy meals, car trips, several rounds of the Golden Girls Trivia Game, etc. Interestingly, often we would split into two groups of L and Larry and Jason and me.
But it was a joyous event to have them here. I miss them so very much already.
After their departure, I noticed that Bailey the Dog was looking around for them, often hopping up on the guest bed to sniff around. Lonely and figuring there was something to this, I also hopped up on their bed and sniffed around. Sure enough, the sheets still carried their scent and I fell fast asleep in an unusual, on-my-knees-and-face-down position for about a half hour. Then I started cleaning up, beginning the preparations for their next visit some day in the future.
Guys -- come back soon.
*There is only one thing in Chicago that is good, and he lives on Clifton Avenue. Otherwise the city can go to hell. The traffic in that God forsaken burg ruins everything. Everything.
"You are about to take a very pleasant, satisfying vacation." -- Fortune in a fortune cookie I had the day before friends arrived.
After years of trying to get them to come down, Larry and Jason, my two best friends, came from New Brunswick for a visit. All I can say is that it was a phenomenal week -- by far the best week I've spent in an extremely long time. (Some photos of the visit are on their website. Check them out!)
You may recall that I've been preparing for this visit for a long time. If you cannot recall, go back and read a few entries. Go ahead...I'll wait....
Done? Okay. So for the past six months I've been preparing for this visit: painting, redecorating, landscaping, cleaning, washing, repairing, planning. And on June 20, 2009, they finally touched down at Chicago O'Hare into my welcome arms.
The visit itself was a wonderful whirlwind of activity: day trips to get our feet dirty in Chicago* involving a first-ever train ride for Jason, a few days in the Wisconsin Dells which gave Jason his first-ever round of miniature golf and a magnificent sunburn (Jason evidently has a lot to experience), wonderful meals, crappy meals, car trips, several rounds of the Golden Girls Trivia Game, etc. Interestingly, often we would split into two groups of L and Larry and Jason and me.
But it was a joyous event to have them here. I miss them so very much already.
After their departure, I noticed that Bailey the Dog was looking around for them, often hopping up on the guest bed to sniff around. Lonely and figuring there was something to this, I also hopped up on their bed and sniffed around. Sure enough, the sheets still carried their scent and I fell fast asleep in an unusual, on-my-knees-and-face-down position for about a half hour. Then I started cleaning up, beginning the preparations for their next visit some day in the future.
Guys -- come back soon.
*There is only one thing in Chicago that is good, and he lives on Clifton Avenue. Otherwise the city can go to hell. The traffic in that God forsaken burg ruins everything. Everything.
