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back in the saddle

Friday, August 19th, 2011

Did I mention that we drove home? From Michigan? To Louisville, CO, the best small town in America?

No trip would be complete without the obligatory picture of Crockett and our coffee cups. This place was called Diane’s, and it was in Gaylord, Michgan.

Of course I didn’t giggle at all about the name of the town.

That you know of.

Anyway, the restaurant had full 80′s decor and the item on the specials menu that I wanted was sold out – a fact that was shared with me after I’d ordered it and while the waitress stood there tapping her toe. I defaulted to the benedict, and wished I hadn’t – by weight it was half hollandaise. I would have taken a picture, but I believe in your ability to picture a place of yellow sauce with lumps underneath. (I feel like I’m being awful, but Yelp confirms that it’s hit or miss, so… awful it is.)

We stopped at the beach after breakfast, for one last view.

I may or may not have been yelling ‘ahoy, mateys’ when Crockett took this picture.

You can’t go to the beach with your man without taking a kiss picture.

Seriously, it’s against the law in Michigan.

I checked.

When I took this picture, I said ‘wow, you’re a badass, babe’. When his mom saw this picture, she requested that I stop goading her son into dangerous actions. (Cough*trampoline*cough).

We had big plans for a quick drive home. 19 hours, two people, one kick ass car – power through, amirite?

We stopped not once but twice. Once in Appleton, WI (a stop we were expecting, because we left MI very late in the day), at a La Quinta that was spacious and clean and delicious smelling and gave us a coupon for the Texas Roadhouse that shared a parking lot.

La Quinta, I love you.

The second time, there was no La Quinta, and we’d had good luck at the Super 8 on the way to NY, and…

It was my decision, and I admit it was a crappy one. We had to switch rooms because the first one smelled musty, and when I took my shoes off, the carpet was WET. Like, 100% of it was 100% wet. BLEAAHHHH. The second room came with a card that talked very seriously about the security risks and recommended that we never spend time in the room without both engaging the chain and manually locking the additional deadlock. Also, the air conditioner sounded like there was a gimp locked in it.

The view of corn was the best that the Super 8 in York, NE, had to offer.

I had such high hopes, York. Your balloon made you seem whimsical, but you in fact welcomed us with a hotel receptionist that (I’m 99% sure) had a meth problem.

We arrived home to happy puppies and an empty fridge. I pulled a half&half-fruit grocery run, because otherwise our coffee drinking selves would have been miserable in the morning, and then threw together this delicious looking sampler platter.

Crockett’s grandma’s pickled beets were on there, but I ate them before I even took the picture. I loved them so much that she took some back from a neighbor just to send me home with a jar. (I’m sure that neighbor is a huge fan of me right about now, because I get the sense the neighbor was less into picked beets than I am. The jar had dust on it.)

Fudge sampler there in the front. Cherry chocolate, vanilla walnut, and dark chocolate.

And my sampler was the end of my vacation:

Dinner tonight, left to right: a ginormous pile of old probability and statistics exams (Why do I have exams when the section I’m co-teaching hasn’t started yet? Only the shadow knows.), a bowl of Thai Kitchen Garlic and Vegetable Instant Rice Noodle Soup (my least favorite flavor, therefore perked up with frozen veggies and sauteed tofu), a tiny glass of Toasted Head chardonnay, and the ubiquitous grad student laptop.

Back to real life.