Happy Thanksgiving!
We didn't really have any plans for thanksgiving this year, so when our friends from San Jose invited us to dinner we accepted with pleasure. We had a plan. Leave Wednesday night, stay with Jen, ride Thursday morning in Demo and make it in time for dinner at True and Kathy's.
Wednesday night we packed the car with all of the Thanksgiving necessities, clothes, dog, bikes, etc. and rolled out to Jen's on the Santa Cruz side. Jen was making one of her famous curry dishes, which are never to be missed.
We retired to the living room where Mike quickly found the place he'd be camped in for the next hour. An iJoy 550 Robotic Massage Chair waited for him with open arms and he gladly accepted the offer.
Thursday morning we tootled around the house getting ready a little too long, screamed out of the house and up, up, up the twisted mountain road to the trailhead just in time to see Jim and Joe heading out. (we were 20 minutes late) Thankfully we caught them and finally got to ride in the Demo Forest where the dirt was nice and tacky from the rain, but the leaf covered decent proved to be somewhat treacherous.
After cleaning up we finally made it to True and Kathy's in San Jose where they had cooked up a fabulous spread. True smoked the turkey earlier in the day, and Kathy, between works of wizardry and artistry had whipped up all of the fixin's sans recipe! (I'm still full this morning!)
The night grew late and we started making motions towards the door when Webber (our beagle) sauntered up to the group, sat under the table and spewed forth his entire dinner onto the rug. Thus begins our adventure.
As we make our way to the car, the dog leaves behind the contents of his stomach in twenty-foot increments along the sidewalk. When it appears he has nothing left to throw up we get into the Aztek and start our nearly two-hour drive north back home.
Things were fine for the first ten minutes, but then the Aztek had decided she had had enough. On went the warning light and through the roof went the temperature gage. I pulled the car over the shoulder, searched the car for extra water and dumped what was left of a water bottle into the coolant reservoir. Now, this isn't really new. The car has been in the shop for the same thing and was repaired...somewhat. Ok, I opted for the band-aid fix when I should have had the triple bypass, but sometimes band-aids work and the problem just kinda fixes itself, right? Not this time, on Thanksgiving, at 10:30 pm, with a sick dog and irritated husband. damn.
So here we are, stuck on the side of the road, hazard lights on, hood up, dog puking in the back of the car, and the two of us haggardly looking at each other undoubtedly having completely different thoughts about our situation. Mike said he liked adventure. I guess this isn't quite what he had in mind.
AAA sent a tow truck; True and Greg met us at the dealer and let us take his car home. While we were transferring everything from the 'Tek to True's car, True noted that when he went into the backyard to clean up the items from smoking the turkey, he noticed that some of the woodchips had been chewed. Of course, wood is Webber's favorite thing to chew on. Now, the cherry woodchips that were used had been soaked and saturated with rather strong bourbon. Turns out, our dog was drunk!
We finally were on our way home, which we thankfully reached without further incident. This was our first Thanksgiving and major holiday as a married couple. I can't help but wonder what we're being prepared for.
Wednesday night we packed the car with all of the Thanksgiving necessities, clothes, dog, bikes, etc. and rolled out to Jen's on the Santa Cruz side. Jen was making one of her famous curry dishes, which are never to be missed.
We retired to the living room where Mike quickly found the place he'd be camped in for the next hour. An iJoy 550 Robotic Massage Chair waited for him with open arms and he gladly accepted the offer.
Thursday morning we tootled around the house getting ready a little too long, screamed out of the house and up, up, up the twisted mountain road to the trailhead just in time to see Jim and Joe heading out. (we were 20 minutes late) Thankfully we caught them and finally got to ride in the Demo Forest where the dirt was nice and tacky from the rain, but the leaf covered decent proved to be somewhat treacherous.
After cleaning up we finally made it to True and Kathy's in San Jose where they had cooked up a fabulous spread. True smoked the turkey earlier in the day, and Kathy, between works of wizardry and artistry had whipped up all of the fixin's sans recipe! (I'm still full this morning!)
The night grew late and we started making motions towards the door when Webber (our beagle) sauntered up to the group, sat under the table and spewed forth his entire dinner onto the rug. Thus begins our adventure.
As we make our way to the car, the dog leaves behind the contents of his stomach in twenty-foot increments along the sidewalk. When it appears he has nothing left to throw up we get into the Aztek and start our nearly two-hour drive north back home.
Things were fine for the first ten minutes, but then the Aztek had decided she had had enough. On went the warning light and through the roof went the temperature gage. I pulled the car over the shoulder, searched the car for extra water and dumped what was left of a water bottle into the coolant reservoir. Now, this isn't really new. The car has been in the shop for the same thing and was repaired...somewhat. Ok, I opted for the band-aid fix when I should have had the triple bypass, but sometimes band-aids work and the problem just kinda fixes itself, right? Not this time, on Thanksgiving, at 10:30 pm, with a sick dog and irritated husband. damn.
So here we are, stuck on the side of the road, hazard lights on, hood up, dog puking in the back of the car, and the two of us haggardly looking at each other undoubtedly having completely different thoughts about our situation. Mike said he liked adventure. I guess this isn't quite what he had in mind.
AAA sent a tow truck; True and Greg met us at the dealer and let us take his car home. While we were transferring everything from the 'Tek to True's car, True noted that when he went into the backyard to clean up the items from smoking the turkey, he noticed that some of the woodchips had been chewed. Of course, wood is Webber's favorite thing to chew on. Now, the cherry woodchips that were used had been soaked and saturated with rather strong bourbon. Turns out, our dog was drunk!
We finally were on our way home, which we thankfully reached without further incident. This was our first Thanksgiving and major holiday as a married couple. I can't help but wonder what we're being prepared for.
posted by cerebral scribbles
at 10:52 AM
3 Comments:
hah...OMG luuve is a wonderful thing ain't it?
It is if you are ready to accept it. Love is all about reciprocity. Being able to share and take the good with the bad.
Errr...do i need cash? No..well, yeah, but right now I need a box of Kleenex to clean up all of the dog barf!
I know how YOU can make some fast cash, Mr. Anonymous...Oh, you'll have a good time, but tell me; what is the price of your dignity ???
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