Wednesday, January 16, 2019

I supposed you're wondering when I'm going to finish my beach getaway post, eh?
Yeah?
Me too.
Can I just tell you how great everyone was, and be done with it?
First there was Elastic.
What can I say?
She is very real, and has a big, kind heart. She put up with my dirty house, the cupboard with no washcloths, no dinner served, and my "here's a bowl- go pick my blueberries" attitude. I regret not being a better host. Not only did all those things happen, but I also dragged her all around downtown Seattle when she had thrown her back out.
Looking back on my hosting job is painful to say the least.
Then there was Aubrey. When we got to her house she was making the syrup (who does that? Her, that's who. Her kids gave us a tour of the place. I wish my house was as put together as hers. Criminey, she's got two kids and a WHITE couch that is still white. Let's just say I know more about Aubrey now than I probably should.
I met Glittersmama at Aubreys, and hugged her even though she probably didn't want to. What can I say about her? Never have I met a person (a stranger, really) that was genuinely concerned for my welfare the whole trip. I don't mean to be corney, but it was touching to me. I enjoyed being on my bed talking to her while she got ready in the bathroom, or laying on the couch talkng to her while watching her do her hair, or sitting by her in church trying to be reverent, but still wanting to talk to her. I was secretly jealous that she was friends with Aubrey before she was friends with me. Aubrey! Aubrey! Aubrey!
Okay, so...how about No Cool Story. Well, actually, I didn't see much of her at all until the last day when we ate at her house because she was pretty much the boss of the whole trip, so she was busy hosting. I do know though, that she is very thoughtful, and kind, and that is reflected through her whole family. Hello! Her husband pretty much made every kind of food there ever was for us to eat, and her kids served us. It was very nice.
With 15 women, it's a little hard to get to know everyone as you'd like.
I'd met Carrie and her sister Annie before, so I knew I liked them, but didn't get to spend any time with them. Let me just say that they are always put together. Always. The first morning, I came downstairs in a hotel bathrobe with messy hair and glasses askew, and saw the sisters all made up and purdy like. I felt like a slob. No, I was one. They make me want to dress up when I am around them.
Millie was another one I didn't talk to much. Carrie, Elastic and Millie pretty much spent the whole time trying to pick up old men on the beach, and I wasn't having any of that. I've got my old man back at home. But I will say that Millie is very sweet, and happy.
Then we have Heffalump. Heffalump and her beautiful baby. Heffalump and her teryaki chicken. Saturday night, we were sitting in the meeting lounge, playing games, and all of the sudden (as I'm laying there) I get a really sad feeling. I thought to myself, "Hmmm, I think I might start crying. I think I'll go upstairs now.) Don't ask me why, because I have no idea, and the resident therapist has kicked me out as a client so I can't ask her either. Anyhoo, I have my cry, go into the bathroom, close the door, and hear "Hey Carrot, I need to get a picture of you."
Aw crap.
Heff. is one of those photography types that has to document everything. KIdding. But I did let her take a picture of me - post crying jag and all. That's how much I like her. Again, another one I wished I could get to know better.
So Heffalump leaves, I turn out the lights, walk into my room and hear, "Carrot?"
"Er...yes?"
It was NObody.
Well, the person named "NObody".
"Can I come in?"
"Um...*sniff*...yeah?"
"Can I talk to you for a bit?"
"Er...about what?"
Honestly, I thought I had done something wrong and she was gonna intervene.
She just wanted to talk.
Well, she wanted more than that, but I'm not that type of gal.
I won't go into details, but I will say that she did proposition me.
I just don't swing that way, and had to bat her away with a pillow.
So we talked.
And we enjoyed eachother.

1 comment:

omar said...

"Can I just tell you how great everyone was, and be done with it?"

No. It's your own fault though, you set the bar pretty high last year with your excellent play-by-play recap.