What do you get when you cross, three of your best friends, copious amounts of water and an extremely hot day? The only summer vacation I am bound to get.
I must say, this past weekend was probably the best weekend we have had in a while. No delicious sleep-ins or overly magical moments, but still great nonetheless.
Friday started off with a well needed hair cut. What a difference just a few inches makes to the greatness of your hair. We were lucky enough to have Jenny’s sister and brother in law make us some excellent dinner. (Even the shrimp was great.) We told funny stories, hung out with a super cute baby, and enjoyed the summer evening. Let’s do it again…maybe when it cools down, though.
Saturday, as mentioned previously was our great summer road trip. Thankfully, Travis agreed to drive. And seriously, it is the only way we managed the day without punching each other out. His expert driving, fast thinking and super cool demeanor meant all I had to do was re-fold the map. Thanks. You seriously don’t know how much less stressful you made the day.
The Zoo was funny. No buildings at the Zoo are air-conditioned and the Rainforest exhibit really should be avoided on such a hot day. But the animals were funny, and everyone was in good spirits despite the fact that we looked horrible as soon as we stepped out of the cooler car. The giraffes were graceful and impressive, (And I think the groups favourite animal.) the gorillas looked hot and as if they were dead, the anteater was massive and ugly (but the zoologist wasn’t so bad.) and the kookaburra…just plain crazy. I hope it is okay from hitting the window so hard.
We left the Zoo hot, tired and super thirsty (Thank goodness for all the water.) but everyone remained in a good mood. We ended up at the mall and Ikea where we didn’t really buy much of anything, more, just had a good time goofing around with each other. Dinner was great, and much needed after a long day. The ride home was quiet as Jenny and Braden; despite a valiant effort, fell asleep, as I recounted every crazy tale of my life for Travis. We all peacefully fell into our beds and only woke up in the morning with a minimal sunburn and a longing for more water.
Sunday, by far my favourite day of the week, just keeps getting better. Despite out house being 93 degrees, everyone came over where we were entertained each other with all of our tales from the week, including accounts of awkward dating. And we rounded out our wonderful weekend with a surprisingly auspicious trip to Denny’s.
Here’s to:
The gang. The best non-double date, double date I have been on in a while. You all are so much fun.
More fans.
Robot kissing.
And hoping next weekend is just as great.
Good Luck. God Speed. Thanks for the memories.
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