||[Jul. 30th, 2007|12:32 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
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This entry is titled "Things I'll Never Tell My Mother"
- That time when the towel rack got pulled out of the bathroom wall? Yeah I didn't do that falling out of the shower, Greg got hammered and tried to use it to support himself while puking into the bathtub.
- Yes. Bill and I totally had sex in your bed.
- I hate those cornbread muffins you make.
- This one time? When you called me at college to talk about Grandma's birthday? I was so high that when I'd get to the end of a sentence I'd forget how I started it. I know you knew that already. What you didn't know is that your girlfriend bought me the weed.
and the one that'd get me disowned if she knew?
- Friday night Steve and I drove up to Pennsylvania and spent Saturday and Sunday at Pennsic.
Last week, midweek, ST says to me "How about if we made a flying run up on Sunday?" I said "Dude, I would love that. I'll rent a car."
Friday morning, as we come back from picking up the car he says "What would you think about going up for tomorrow and Sunday instead of just Sunday?" I allow as how I'll call him from the road and discuss it as I'm now running a wee touch late. The conversation continues with me saying that Mym had made big eyes at me a couple of weeks ago and asked if I'd be coming up for land grab if the baby hadn't come yet and I'd said probably not (since that's the heavy lifting weekend and I'd have felt useless). I tell ST that I'll feel like a royal shitheel if I show up later in the day on Saturday and miss being able to help her. We do the math and figure that to get there in time to be of help to her would involve us leaving the house at 4am. ST's sphincter clenches shut and does not release for like 20 minutes.
The conversation continues via IM from work (God bless Googlechat) and I suggest that maybe we could head out Friday night and get a hotel room near the site and that would mean being able to get on site early enough to miss the line and still get a good night's sleep. We agree to regroup when we see what the hotel options are. The hotel options include a place a half hour from Pennsic where I can cash in the last of my hotel reward points left over from the World Traveler Job and get a free hotel room. This solves any further question we might have had. Under ST's direction I put together a list of items to put in a staging area and then I totally leave work early and drive hell bent for leather to get home. Thanks to ST's staging area and the fact that I can only fit into about two pieces of garb (makes packing a breaeze), we are on the road by 6:30. Some unfortunate night paving ends us up at the hotel at 11:45 instead of 11 but we're still able to be crashed out asleep by midnight.
Our wakeup call is set for 6:30, but at 5am I wake up so hungry I'm in pain and sneak out to the car to get some bread from the sandwich supplies. Somehow we'd missed dinner the night before. I blame me. Trying to go back to sleep leads to an hour of nightmares about strange thuggy men picking me up by the arms and ramming me belly first into walls and doors. Eventually I get up and take a seriously long and decadent shower. We get on site early, we get checked in, we get directed to the parking lot, we (by some serendipity) pull into a parking spot ten feet from the pub boys. Troll takes 3 minutes and we're done. (Worth noting: An hour later there was a line of cars 30 deep trying to get checked in, we timed it perfectly, we win at life.)
I call Mym as I'm walking across the parking lot towards her car..
Mym: Good morning, sunshine!
Me: I figured I'd call and see how you're doing and if you need anything.
Mym: I'm ok.. for now.
I round the edge of her car and can see her little feet just past the edge of her tent, she's having tea and talking to me.
Me: So no moral support needed?
Mym: Not now.. but I'm probably going to call you later.
I round the edge of the tent so she can see me.
Me: Ok, you just remember, I'm always here if you need me.
Mym: *minor cardiac failure* *small scream* *flying launch* *small bit of wibbly happy crying into my neck*
Now THAT was worth every second of the night paving, the cranky fetus poking at me after four hours in the car, even having that strange woman in the gas station rub my belly ("I just *have* to do this." Oh you just *have* to, do you?)
The rest of the day was a festival of the oddest kind of fun. Measuring the block was more tedious than it has been in past years, but also led to a harmonious and happy block. The storage run ran really late, but got everything on the campsite in one piece and long before sunset (also after the rain, so Woot! for that).
Sadly, I found a severe personality quirk in myself that I hadn't been aware of. In my non-pregnant life I'm really capable physically. I lift weights, I've got plenty of stamina, I'm capable of pulling my weight on the storage runs for Pennsic. When I'm forced by circumstance to be non-physical but given the leeway to be Tetris Advisory Master I keep seeing things that I'd normally do and then I get really bossy getting other people to do them instead because I'm so frustrated that I can't help. I pissed myself off, that's how bossy I was. Everything did make it on to the truck, no one ran me through with one of the dining fly uprights, and as soon as we got back I took off for the store for water and Gatorade just so that I could give people a break from me.
The rest of the day? Tents went up, beds went together, shade was had, lunch was made, hugs were given, shitty remarks were made to those drunken idiots on the corner. Dinner was a perfect drive into the food court and a bread bowl of garlic chicken for me and ST's beloved Chinese food. We wrapped the night up with conversation with the clan, stories around the fire at the pub, and the sound of the highway as white noise. Despite getting up to pee a record six times, it was a great night's sleep.
Sunday was waking to the sun through the leaves on my roof, coffee with Geoff and Mym, breakfast at the food court, running the hose with Mika so the camp would have water, helping get structures up and kitchen-fu, ST's giant burger from the lovely burger joint, and a few minutes with my feet in a basin full of ice water I'd drained from my cooler. I am the smartest. When we were finished there were only two major infrastructure projects left (sheetwall and the firepit/sump digging) and some other minor projects (clean up, tiki placement, Walmart/hardware run, figuring how how to hook up the new shower kit, stuff like that) Around 4 Mym said "Do you want us to wait and bury Cait's ashes at the bar when you come back next weekend? Do you want to be here?" I nodded and tried not to sniffle and Geoff said "Let's go do it now." Perfect. So we did.
There were a few words spoken, there was a perfect crowd, there were bits of cider poured on top and some water too, because it's important to stay hydrated. We pushed the dirt in and now, no matter who else stands there, that will always be Caitlin's spot. I cried and cried and it felt so good.
We finished our day, our weekend in fact, with drinks at Your Inner Vagabond. I had the Black Pearl Iced Tea I'd been dreaming about for a year and I harrassed the waitress. She was a snippy little thing, big mouth, lippy, and with way too much swagger. Luckily I totally adore her and as she's Mym's oldest daughter I know where to find her for beatings later.
Steve and I drove off site at around 5:30, we made it home in four and a half hours and were sound asleep by 11:30. The best part of the night was that we didn't even turn on the radio on the way home, we just talked the whole time. He's a fantastic road trip partner and I'd forgotten how much I loved just hanging out with him without electronics involved (not like that, pervs). Our new mattress made it so that I slept for huge uninterrupted chunks of the night and so this morning, despite the fact that the humidity and the work I did this weekend has me swelling up again, I'm in a fantastic mood.
I was remarkably physically non-miserable for most of the weekend. The last half hour of the drive to the hotel was crappy, but Steve fabulously tolerated my bitchiness. My lower back started hurting around 6 or 7 Saturday night but some anti-inflammatories and some TLC from ST's fists of doom had me able to walk about and be social. The swelling in my feet got pretty bad but never painful and never as bad as the worst I've seen it, not even close. So, I don't feel like we made the wrong decision. I would never have been able to do it without Steve, he's amazing and he even unloaded the entire car last night and got up to return it with me this morning. I am the luckiest.
We're hoping to make it up again next weekend but we both agree that if that's all the Pennsic we get this year, it's enough. And it's enough to say that we were there. I got all the things I absolutely needed, and a couple that I just *wanted*. If we get back next weekend there might be shopping and a class or two, and ST would get to fight a battle or two, but if not? We're happy kids. Hard core and happy.
We both told minor lies of omission to our parents, I think they know but they're not pushing it. The baby? Oh she's fine. She's right where she has been, no changes. She's been to her first Pennsic though, I think I might write and ask for her medallion after the War is over, in utero should count for something.
For now I'm back for another week of work, another appointment with the OB, and tonight I'm going to be asleep by 9. We don't plan real far in advance these days.