So I'm with Alissa -- I was on track with the GBC, but then the dinner party daunted me. I had started writing last week -- the cast so far was Gandalf, God, my hermit crabs, Bush, Ellen D*generes and Captain Kangaroo -- but then I read Lauren's and it's so perfect that I simply cede to her narrative brilliance. Lauren is queen of the dinner party.
Meanwhile, I want this weekend back. H. and two roommates and I went camping -- "camping," because we were in a beautiful little cabin with kitchen, bathroom, etc., but it's November! cold! and the cabin was the best -- at this state park, the most beautiful fall place ever. Friends, river, leaves, fireplace, wonderful. I want it back.
Funny moment No. 1: C. and I are trying to build a fire, which is not working. (Wet wood, lack of newspaper or starter log and difficult grate thing were the rationalizations.) C. asks H. if she can help us, seeing as she is a lifelong Girl Scout and has gone on many a hearty camping trip. She replies, "I'm sorry, I am looking for my pear tart recipe!"
That doesn't translate well, does it. Perhaps funny moment No. 2:
On the way home, we stop off at George Washington's birthplace, which was fairly deserted. As we are getting out of the car, C. says, "This is my first step toward becoming a good American again!" We didn't want to pay the entry fee, though, so we just kind of loitered in front of the visitor's center, drove to this pretty beach lookout, saw his family's burial plot from the car and then proceeded down the highway to eat at a diner filled with more kitschy ceramic figurines than I knew existed in this world. Being a good American is not worth four bucks these days, and it's probably better expressed via hashbrowns and coffee anyway.
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