Ahh, yes… my vacation. I was going to write about it yesterday, but I found that I was still missing my family just a little too painfully to be able to talk about it much. We’ll see how it goes today.
We drove out to Philly on Friday night, getting there at about 10:30 (past my bedtime!). Although my family was in a hotel only about a mile away, we were unable to see them that night because they had had a hard trip in the plane (with an ACTIVE 3 1/2 year old) and had already settled in for bed. John and I were starving (I was, at least) and ordered in Chinese food which was delivered at 11:30pm. Since we didn’t have access to Yoko’s food in the car, we decided to feed her some of that- mostly rice. We paid for our laziness later…
Saturday morning John and I were up early but my family, being on pacific time, was quite a bit slower. It didn’t help that they had gone to the complimentary cocktail hours at their hotel and certainly gotten their “money’s worth” out of it. They decided to breakfast at their hotel and we were stuck with the worst coffee in the world and eating beef jerkey from the previous day’s car trip. Nice.
We finally met up with them at about 11:30am (remember that we had been waiting to see them for months- I hadn’t seen my sister or nephew in a YEAR- and they had been a mile away for HOURS now) after John and I spent the morning watching home improvment shows (it’s a really good thing that we refuse to pay for tv- we would never get anything done). They finally met up with us in the parking lot of our hotel and it was wonderful to see them all. Spencer has changed so much, but he was still so much the little boy that we lived with a year ago. It was fascinating to see. We didn’t spend much time visitng there, though, as we wanted to get on the road to the shore.
John and I followed them in their rented van, trying to keep up in Philly traffic. I always have thought of my father as a good driver. He certainly has done enough of it through the years with all of his business trips. It’s strange when you realize how wrong you are about someone you think you know so well. He was horrible. Either he’s gotten worse over the years as he’s gotten older or he’s always been this bad and I never noticed. He took wrong turns, he lane-changed suddenly without signaling, he sped. At one point this other idiot on the road tried to merge with the center of my car… twice. I honked my horn and avoided any actual contact. Then she tried to do the same thing with my father’s car (realize that there was NO need for her to be merging AT ALL). She actually nicked mirrors with him. Dad boxed her in between his car and mine and actually got out of his car to confront her! The stupid woman saw a large, angry man coming towards her car very agressively and ROLLED DOWN HER WINDOW! How dumb do you get?! Anyway, he just bitched her out for a minute, checked his car for damage and, seeing none, got back in the car and we were able to continue with little more drama. John and I laughed our asses off.
We got to the shore house and found it to be cozy but functional. We had the upstairs and, being the larger group and having a 3 year old and a dog, I’m sure we bugged the hell out of our downstairs neighbors. Especially since Spencer and I got up at about 7am every morning and my sister got home at about 3am every night (morning!). And I got up every couple of hours through the night to pee (stinkin’ baby). I’m sure they were just overjoyed to have us there.
The beach was nice, but I stayed in the house or under the cabana with 30 block on the whole time. And a hat. And a long sarong. Can you tell I really didn’t want to get burned? In that I was successful. No burn, no sun rash, no tan (as if I ever could), no pain! The worst pain of the trip was my back the first few days (it got better after a long walk on the sand- maybe those earth shoe people are onto something after all) and the LOADS of mosquito bites. The mosquitos even got me through my clothes! Buggers!! All in all it was nice and uneventful. Yoko mostly behaved (better than Spencer did), there was little family drama (John was saintly in his ability to distract my step-grandfather, the asshole, and therefore diffuse what would have otherwise been a few horrible days) and we had some good food. My chicken satay came out nicely and my sister made a fantastic salmon dish with a yogurt/dill sauce broiled on top- yumm. We also had the obligatory clam strips and tartar sauce (at the shore is the only time I crave them, but then I HAVE to have them!). Surprisingly, we also had some truly excellent burritos. Mine was with chicken fajita meat and salsa verde. I’m close to drooling just thinking about it. We had freash lobster one night and I discovered that I really don’t like it- I know I should be ashamed, but I just don’t. I especially couldn’t handle it after watching it get cleaned and having it’s nasty butt drained. Oh well, the others were plenty happy to take my share! Another night we had pizza and one had fried eggplant on top. It was surprisingly good! I had never heard or thought of that before. Watch- now I’ll crave it and won’t be able to find it anywhere around here!
My Mom threw me a baby shower and Cole got lots of really cute clothes. My Mom gave me a pair of cowboy boots that had been mine when I was about 2 that I will put on Cole the minute they fit and we can match. I’m not big on “country” stuff (in fact I hate most of it) but I loves my cowboy boots! My sister gave me the outfit that they brought Spencer home in- an adorable little leopard suit complete with ears and a tail. If Cole is born before Halloween, that will be his costume. My family also, very generously, pitched in to give me cash for a rocking chair or glider, something I wanted desperately but wasn’t sure I could afford. It was a good haul!
We drove back to Philly on Saturday. My birthday went nearly uncelebrated. My parents bought me dinner at the hotel restaurant (not very good, but not horrible) and my mom gave me a couple of nice but small presents. It was more than I expected. I’m getting used to the idea that my birthday won’t really count anymore now that Cole will be here. It doesn’t bother me. I think he’s more important too. I’ve sort of forgotten that I even had a birthday. As Spencer now says: NBD, No Problem. Maybe I can convince John to take me out sometime this week.
It was terrifically painful to say goodbye to them that night. They had to fly out at 7 the next morning so we all had to get to bed early. We left them at about 8 that night to get back to our room and make sure Yokie had been good (she had). I think everybody but John and Spencer cried. I couldn’t stop. I’m sure the pregnancy hormones only made it worse. John and I drove back on Sunday and got home at about 3 with plenty of time to do some laundry, grocery shopping and then crash. The one nice thing about coming back was that we realized we like Pittsburgh much better than Philadelphia or any place we saw in New Jersey. It’s strange when you think you hate a place so much and then realize how much worse it could be. Pittsburgh looked positively lovely. I can’t believe I just said that.
We have some excitment in store for this next weekend as well. Our friend Josh will be coming to visit and will be joining us at the baby shower being thrown in our honor on Sunday. I’m very excited to see Josh. Less excited about the baby shower. At least it’s not in Ohio.
So that’s my long winded vacation story in which nothing much happens but we manage to have a wonderful time.
Look at the ticker at the bottom- almost no time left!!!!!!