Our trip with the boys was a success. Of course success was defined loosely as surviving the vacation with minimal hours of therapy needed later. In all seriousness though the boys did really well both on the airplane rides and in the car portion of the trip. I say "rides" because it turns out our direct flight was not so direct after all. It did a surprise stop in Philly that was not listed on our itinerary (or apparently anyone else's). Since we flew with a girls soccer team, we heard the complaints quite clearly from a dozen teenage girls and their coaches. At least we didn't have to deplane during our stop.
I knew it was going to be a good trip as soon as we left the Columbus Airport to drive into Chicago and I saw a sign. The skies parted and there it was clear as day..."Waffle House". Oh yeah, baby! We don't have those out here in MA. In fact we also don't have them in Chicago. When we went to my BIL's wedding in KY a few years ago, the Big Giraffe actually went on the Waffle House website and plugged in our route to find out where the Waffle Houses would be. I had never been to one before, but after hearing him and other friends rave about it, I really wanted to try one.
After civically performing my quality assurance test to ensure that Waffle House in Columbus was adequate, we drove into a whirl of really fun events, including the rehearsal dinner, the post-rehearsal party at a local amusement park and arcade, the actual wedding, and the subsequent family picnic. We even had fun in between the main events. For example, we took the kids to see Ice Age 3 with relatives who had three kids. We originally had expected a larger posse, when we planned to see Up. Once it turned out that the only conveniently scheduled movie was Ice Age 3, the overwhelming majority suddenly had something better to do. Coincidentally, none of them had children. I find that highly suspicious.
After the picnic, we went to visit my BIL and SIL. We all had a fabulous time. The boys were very impressed by their inground swimming pool. Unfortunately my dreams of being a rock star were dashed when they introduced us to Rock Band on the Wii. I totally stunk at it. I'll need to meet with a career counselor in the next week or so to discuss this.
As much as I enjoyed the vacation, there has been a more serious turn in life. A few days after coming back I learned that my mom is in the hospital with hemolytic anemia. I flew out for a few days to visit her and just came back yesterday. My thoughts remain with her.
A. Eliott's Lesson Learned: Success criteria for a family vacation are surviving the vacation with minimal hours of therapy needed later.Labels: Humor (at least Attempted), Travel, vacations |
I'm sorry to hear about your mom? Which treatment does she need for that? Is she going to be ok? I hope she feels better soon!
I don't get rehearsal dinners? What's there to rehearse? the eating? the sitting? the serving of plates?
or is it the wedding ceremony that gets rehearsed? What fun is that to take all spontanity out of it? Who cares if someone walks a bit faster than the other or comes in the wrong order? (sorry my European opinion I guess...I'm always so confused when I read/hear/see stuff about rehearsing activities before a wedding).