I'm okay with Tuesday

After this weekend, I find myself feeling happier than I've been in a while. Not that I'm all Pippy Longstockings or anything, I've still got a ways to go before I get there, but definitely better.

We arrived at Bodega Bay mid-day Saturday. We putzed around a bit, walked on the sand (or should I say, in the sand), and then headed over to the "camp" site. I put quotation marks there because there was only one other couple in a tent, and the rest (meaning a friggin boatload of people) were in campers. For my birthday, I want a camper. A big one. And a driver, because my husband made it *crystal* clear that he will not be driving one of those, ever.

The camp site was a sheep pasture nestled between a few hills, and absolutely covered in sheep poo. At first, when I saw that whole families had come for the event, I was sorry we'd left Abigail behind. When I discovered all that sheep poo, though, I was extremely happy we'd kept her in Grandma's care. She'd have ingested that poo within five minutes of arriving.

Anyway, we had a good old time playing games, talking with an incredibly large number of people, and getting drunk. We youngsters took a midnight walk up the hill, blindly following Jason, because he was just about the only one who could see anything. We passed around a cup of Jamison's and talked about being dragged into the woods by monsters. It was quite exhilarating.

The next morning I woke up with a doozy of a hangover, and had to sit perfectly still for about two hours in order to not hurl all over the place. I do not hold my alcohol well, apparently. Thankfully PJ's mom, Becky, was cooking and chatting with Jaime, so I was able to sit in their camper and pretend to talk while trying desperately to calm my guts. That sweet woman cooked us all breakfast, and that did the trick.

It's always such a pleasure to get together with PJs family, because they unhesitatingly welcome us into the family when we come around. Sometimes I feel like I gained several families when I married Jason... I realized this fully when Becky started in on me for not bringing the baby around more. Becky, I promise that the next time we're in Woodland we'll stop by. You can even keep her for a couple of hours, if you like, while we go do... whatever.

Anyway, we wrapped up the trip in style. Jason played a game called washerboard (it's a bit shuffleboard, a bit basketball, and a lot unique) for several hours, and I sat with Jaime watching. While I was sitting and watching, I got a horrific sunburn. The sunburn's not even the worst part, though. The worst part is that about halfway through Jaime offered sunblock, and I said no. Sometimes I can be really, really stupid.

All in all, sunburn notwithstanding, we had a fabulous time. The Gordons are a big, welcoming, friendly, and slightly odd family that are just delightful to spend time with.