||[May. 12th, 2008|11:01 am]
Whole lotta labia.
Before the weekend recap, a moment of WOOT and a product rave for my SanDisk SD card reader (and the card) which went through the washing machine and dryer and still worked this morning. It melted the glue holding the housing together so it's wrapped up with some duct tape but I find that.. remarkably fitting.|
The fabulous and charming Kendrah was on her way from somewhere to somewhere and had three hours to spare at BWI. So there were hugs and lunch and talking about TV and friends and upcoming events and all that good stuff. I miss her already.
After work I headed home to find ST and a pre-packed car and an adorable baby. We loaded the last bits of stuff and hit the road to Point Pleasant. It's a 350 mile drive and I did the first 200 and change. The baby was great and had dinner and a bottle and then racked out hard for most of the trip. We listened to Charlie Wilson's War and talked and held hands over the seat and then ST took over and I conked and drooled all over his favorite blazer.
We got in at midnight and after a quick meal and saying hi to family the baby went back down pretty easily and ST and I got to hang with friends, have some wine, and got to bed not long after 1. I then sat and stared at the walls until about 3:30 cursing the birds in the alley, the drunk couple fighting in the street, the JACKHOLE taking a shower above me at fucking three in the morning, etc. I finally got to sleep and the lovely wonderful baby didn't get up until 6:45. She's a fantastic sleeper.
Grandparents kept the baby whlie ST and Gen and I had breakfast at a total greasy spoon. Normally I love dives. I think a good dive restaurant is better than just about any other eatery. But this? Dude. When asked later about the quality ST would say "It was a war crime." The food was bad, it took too long, and the other clientele were making me racist just by sitting too close. Needless to say, we had dinner at Bennigans.
We had an ill-fated but still lovely trip to the West Virginia State Farm Museum and took some family pictures out in the town square. ST's mom had bought the guys matching shirts and the women wore white blouses (I wore a t-shirt. I own one.. ONE garment that could be construed as a blouse. I'm not a blouse kind of gal.) Sadly the shirts hadn't been washed to softness yet so ST's collar stood straight up stiffly and made him look like he was one switchblade away from a street gang fight. Cholo-chic. (see?! That's not something I would have said before breakfast on Saturday.) There was a walk along the river, some time in the grass just sitting and chatting, and a dinner that was.. um.. ok. The monte cristo sandwich isn't as good as I remember and I barely ate half and threw my leftovers away.
The intrepid expedition took of to the haunted areas of town with my camera but not me. I got the baby to bed and then watched bad TV and fucked around on the computer for a couple of hours. ST and I took a couple of extra pictures and were in bed by 11:30. A second helping of Grandparent-hand-off in the morning and we slept in until almost 9. Fantastic. The baby napped like a champ and we packed up and then the whole crew headed to brunch. It was... inoffensive. I have an issue with servers bussing the table before everyone from the party even stands up, but maybe I'm just picky.
The drive home was long and hard and the weather was apocalyptic but we were sent on our way with tons of hugs and good wishes and we arrived home safe but late. The baby loved her weekend and was totally tuckered out. Her parents weren't far behind her and we were in bed by 9:30 and asleep by 10:30 with an episode of Eureka and half of a Dr. Who under our belts. A lovely weekend, I'm not feeling the need to do the drive again any time soon but I loved seeing people and hanging out with family and getting to introduce my daughter to her family. The hard thing is that she's so somber, taciturn, and not very personable. Homely, too. *snigger*
I'm writing up the packing list for this coming weekend, we'll be on site Friday evening as early as we can be.
Kudos to cussata who handled our shower pallet issue for this war. I handled our rope issue myself. I might ask Alex to talk to her stake connection regarding the rebar stakes she has. They're fantastic and last forever. I like being part of a household that's capable of taking care of itself. Washtable? Shawn and I are on it (mostly Shawn). Sheet wall fixins? I'll sew, Alex will wash, and we'll grab the tomato stakes on the town run. Run the hose? You got it.
We can always get a fire going (and before you ask, yes sometimes we use accelerant. The thing is, we're completely .. all of us.. capable of lighting one with just one match. We just don't think it makes us manlier or better campers if we do that all the time. We think it makes us masochistic idiots who wasted time doing it that way when a squirt of lamp oil will let you get back to sitting around with your beer. If we're not cooking on it, we don't care.) we can cook, clean up, deal with our own digging and you name it.
We take help if it's offered but we don't NEED it. When the guys ask if we need help unloading the storage unit we say "Sure" because they're fun to have around, not because we couldn't do it without them. If you're standing around when the kitchen goes up you're going to get asked to hold an upright because it makes the work go faster but we don't need anyone to tell us where to put it or how to put it up, we've learned the hard way and found a way that works. And we pay mieszko to dig the fire pit not because we can't do it on our own, we've done it ourselves in the past. We pay him to do it because we like watching Matt dig with his shirt off. :D
Courtney and I were talking this morning about planned camp improvements and just loving on our clan's competence and our family's resourcefulness. Yay us. Yay Pennsic. :) And with that in mind, I use my Pennsic icon.