was there a hill there?

It was good. The laughter started even before we got on the ferry to Bainbridge. John (left) got beat up because he's the only one without a Motorola Razr phone. Nancy (his twin sister, center) got beat up because, well, because she's the little sister. Terry (right) didn't get beat up, but that's probably because she has many years of Al Anon under her belt.

Only Terry slept where she said she would. Someone hid a tube of toothpaste. Many, many martinis were had. If Terry had a nickel for every time she did not say, "Tsk!" at our antics, she'd be right behind Bill Gates on the Forbes list, except she'd have spent most of it in the shops in town. Nancy got over her imagined deep vein thrombosis and put up with vast amounts of abuse about her Invisalign braces (which I had to flake out of her mouth at a restaurant one night as she had forgotten the pulling device). John, away from home, stayed well lubricated. We had lots of coffee, lots of meals out, lots of fresh air, and lots of happiness. And I sprang for lots of dollars to get them a cab back to SeaTac. It beat driving lots of miles at 4 this morning.

And I'm exhausted. Or maybe this is just the old age setting in.

Oh, and here's a tip I learned while spending a few hours at our favorite PT pub: if someone offers you a duck fart*, especially if it's your favorite bartender Natasha, say yes and enjoy it. Tasty!




* Kahlua, Bailey's Irish Cream and Crown Royal.