OH MAN. GUYS! I’M EXCITED.
I just booked plane tickets for our cruise. This makes it totally official. No, I haven’t booked the cruise yet, shut up. It’s in January. However, I used frequent flyer miles for the plane tickets, and that made them
free$20. SCORE.
The cruise happens exactly a year from the day a bunch of us went to Vegas together. The same group (plus Cindi) is now taking to the sea. It’s going to be insanely awesome.
Friday night, we hung out on the patio of Town Hall with Kris and Orsi. I ate a pretzel there, and took the other half of the order home with me for later. I liked that pretzel so much, I threatened to make Matt sleep on the couch so the pretzel and I could share the bed.
Thankfully, this plan fell apart later, when said pretzel got eaten. With pizza sauce.
We awoke early on Saturday, hopped in Miguel, and headed off on the
SuperSecret Anniversary Roadtrip, which Matt has done us the courtesy of recapping, complete with links. So I don’t seem too much of a slacker, I present you with
many photos, including some of goats.
Since we had to drive past the sign to get to the goats, I had a feeling he guessed where were were staying the second he saw it, but that made it no less awesome. I still can’t get over how great the
Jailhouse Inn is; I expected maybe a room with bars, and instead got an entire cellblock. With a gigantic whirlpool tub. While we had to supply our own champagne, they provided the ice bucket and glasses. So fantastic.
Also, waking up to light streaming between the bars of your jail cell? Hopefully an experience I’ll only have there.
We got home around noon on Sunday, and spent much of the day not wearing pants. I couldn’t figure out why the hell I was so uncomfortably sweaty until I left to go to my mom’s, and Miguel told me it was 90 degrees outside. I had dinner with the family, celebrating Mothers’ Day and my dad’s birthday (today: he’s officially a senior citizen now. Wow.), and then I hung out and knitted while watching the Twins game. Not so much to watch baseball (though the 400,000-run disparity was kind of fascinating), but to see when Matt would be arriving home. You see, when I set foot in my apartment after dark, my cats try to eat me.
Today I’m very much suffering from weekend-hangover, which is painful coupled with the 80-degree temperatures in the office. Thankfully, I’ll be leaving shortly and heading to swing-dance class. It’ll be sweaty, but awesome as always.
And, um, plane tickets. For our cruise. Oh yes.
Jenni
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