We spent the weekend in ole' Goode Virginia. I'm quite tickled by the whole thing and already find myself longing for the vast rolling landscape, the fall colors, and the company of such amusing folk. The few days we spent there packed in much adventure and accomplishments. The three of us headed up Thursday after my biology class. Ellen sat out this trip on account of prior obligations. Unfortunately I only whipped out my camera during this meeting of Peanut, their big red horse. I apologize for the lacking photo journalism.
We arrived close to supper time and expected Will and his girlfriend Kate to show up a little later. The five of us promptly went out for dinner, all the while Laurie was receiving vague texts from Kate suggesting trouble on the road. Don managed to surge his water glass across the table and into Mom's lap, causing quite the little scene and leaving Mom damp for the remainder of her meal. We had just gotten home when Will called informing us he had broken down on the side of the road. Dad and Don scampered off to the rescue while us gals stayed up playing Shanghai and eating peanut m&m's.
We woke up to warm cinnamon rolls and a vivid recount of last nights m-an'tics. I'm so sorry I missed the Evil Knievel stunt Will pulled to get his jeep onto the trailer. The men folk were very pleased by this feat.
Despite the fragile state of Mom's back, we decided to climb a mountain. Climbing a mountain always sounds like fun... until you start climbing. Mom lasted about 20 minutes. I might have sat down too if I hadn't passed a woman with a stoma Darth Vadering her way back down. "Well if she can do it..." Laurie said, hurdling over a rock. The hike was well worth the tremendous view at the top and thanks to Don's obtuse humor we made some friends that were "fun too". Unfortunately I forgot my camera and cannot enchant you with this scene. The descent went much more quickly as Will and I were following Kate who was hightailing it to the bathroom. As a reward we stopped for peach ice cream where we sat in the cool fall air, slurping our goods and talking about life and then CRASH!!!
Ernest T. Biggins (name provided by Will) pulled out in front of a shiny BMW, bashing in the front of the car. Right where we were sitting!! A few of us sprang into action. People swarmed the scene like rodents; coming out of the bushes, out from behind signs, dropping from the sky. I was embarrassed by the scene it had caused but somehow I stared anyways. Now don't worry, everyone was fine, though the lady in the shiny car seems to have hurt her foot. Biggins stayed in his truck, buckled in, hand draped over the steering wheel, just looking around until the firemen made him get out. It was an engrossing commotion. We left shortly after to go get fresh apples!
That night we had the most delicious pulled pork dinner and guilted Kate into playing Shanghai. She sat begrudgingly, poised with her "focus face", hoping the ordeal would pass quickly. All the while eating peanut m&m's.
The following morning was spent practicing our bird calls and various animal noises. The guys eventually headed outside to do Man Things while us gals sat around the fire talking girl talk. We enjoyed soup and m&m's and talked about everything from the importance of friends to plans for the future. Unbeknownst to us, the guys were outside resuscitating Peanut who had decided to to try to die upon discovering that he was to have some shoe work done. We spent the rest of the afternoon watching The Godfather while the adults continued their card playing tournament. We took a break for a delicious dinner at an old post office where Will impressed and outraged us by eating enough food for three people. While I don't know what went on in the adult car, us kids were ranking celebrities on a 1-10 scale of bewitching good looks. Turns out Kate likes blonds, I like brunettes, and Will likes Ryan Gosling.
We returned home to finish The Godfather, which was a much awaited triumph of Kate's. On a mournful note, Dad busted Laurie in the accidental "Shanghai Scandal of 2012". I'm not sure he'll forgive her.
And with just a few remaining clusters of m&m's we packed our things and hit the dusty trail.
Until next time HonBons.
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