Did I happen to mention that there are only 35 more days until we cruise? Which means Sarah arrives in 29. Which is only a month away! Wheeeee!
Not much in the way of updates, except that we bought a bottle of Ketel One for mixing, and a plastic (PLASTIC! excellent.....) bottle of O'Mara's with our hard-earned bowling money. Which is almost as good as getting it for free. All we need to add is a bottle of pre-mixed Wedding Cake martini and possibly something else (either another mixer or something pre-mixed, from the very stocked liquor cabinet that we seem to be acquiring) and I think we are good to go!
We did opt for not bringing glasses of wine to dinner with us, because I was informed that the practice is generally frowned upon in the cruising community. As much as I would love to do it, I really don't want to be tacky. So, it is with a heavy heart that I declare we will not be having beverages with our dinner. Boozing will come later. Or beforehand. Or, let's just face the facts: before AND after!
We may still bring a bottle and just enjoy it in the room with a cheese platter from room service. So many booze options to consider, really.
And, here is my little mini pre trip trippie thingie wrap-up:
On Friday, I ended up back at work while the rest of the gang hung out and had bagels and celebrated the fact they they did NOT have to go back to work. When I got home, we had a little mini-party in Sarah's honor which involved (shockingly) a fair amount of drinking. We had sooooooo much beer in our fridge, it was ridiculous. Ichiban, Corona, Miller Lite....do you know that every time we have a party, we end up with about a case of Miller Lite in the garage? No one ever knows who brought it or why it never got opened, but it's happened to us about three times. Just when we finally find someone to unload it onto, we have another party and end up with yet another case. It's like some sort of twisted beer karma.
We sat around and chatted and ate and then we watched a terribly, terrible movie called Grandma's Boy. If you have been subjected to this film in your lifetime, please accept my deepest and most sincere apologies. And if not, here is a little bit of advice: when someone asks if you would like to view this awful example of cinematgraphy, tell them that you would rather chew off your left leg because believe me, it will be more fun. 15 minutes before the end, I went to bed because I could not take it anymore. That's the last time I take movie advice from Cameron! (sorry Cam)
Anyhow, we had planned to drag Sarah up to Borders that evening for the midnight Harry Potter release party and then wave our copy back and forth in front of her face saying things like "nanny nanny boo boo, we have a copy and you don't! plbbbbt" but as it turns out, staying up until midnight when you've been up since 5 that morning AND have been drinking is much less appealing than a warm bed. Sarah and Lionel poked fun at me, because I had been talking about the party ALL WEEK.
Not only am I a nerd, but I am a sleepy nerd.
Saturday was Sarah's last full day, and she celebrated this by taking an airboat ride with a bunch of geeks through gator-infested waters. And then, they went to the beach.
You might notice that I said "they."
Where was I?
Yep. At home reading Harry Potter. Gators, schmators, I want to know if Snape is a friend or a foe! Beach, smeach, did Dumbledore REALLY die? Plus, I wasn't super keen on being in an airboat out in the middle of Lake Jessup. I drive across that bridge a few times a month and never spot less than seven gator heads, floating and waiting for the moment when they might next munch on human flesh. I don't even like seeing them from the safety of my car, let alone on a boat with a bunch of geeks who might think it's funny to take the song "Rock the Boat" seriously. Know what I mean?
Anyhow, about the time Sarah and the gang were driving over to the beach, I was following Harry, Ron and Hermione through the forests of England. There are no gators at Hogworts. And that's just fine by me.
Lionel also opted to stay home, nursing his sickness and occasionally calling out to the living room to remind me to breathe.
Sarah arrived home around dinner time, shockingly sunburned! It's good to know that floppy hat we bought her to shield her pale skin from the death rays of the July sun got put to good use, sitting back on the desk in the spare bedroom. Right next to the sunscreen.
Ah, how we love our pink Canadian friend.
Saturday night there was a historical movie that I slept through, and much reflection on the trip. We agreed that though it was sad she would be leaving us in the morning, we would be seeing her again in mere months. So it was less like "goodbye" and more like "see you in October" - know what I mean?
Sunday came too quickly, and we took Sarah for one last American bagel. And then, we escorted her to the airport terminal.
Back at home, the house seemed too quiet and the dog was looking at us like "well, it's nice to see you, but where's that really pink human?" We moped around and tried to keep ourselves from dwelling on the silence, and I read the rest of Harry Potter to console myself.
What?
Sarah emailed us when she got home to say she was safe and sound and already missing us. The dog continued to look around for her, as if we were hiding her somewhere as a fun little game.
Sarah, we miss you and we will see you in 29 days!
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