If I’m going to be crappy about writing in my real journal, I should at least throw up mini-posts from time to time to supplement my ever failing memory banks.
This weekend was a bit of a travel whirlwind. I hit up a friend’s 50th birthday party Friday night which was fun and ridiculous.
I don’t know why the hats came out but, with a nickname like Jingle, I was required by law to grab the Santa hat. It was great to catch up with friends that were in town from Pittsburgh, Cincinnati and even Sacramento to celebrate Eric’s birthday.
Saturday morning I had to tear myself away to head just south of Cleveland for extravaganza #2 of the weekend. Who can resist a good pig roast?
It’s always a good day when Piggy and Gopher come to town. Or come to a town 3 hrs from home. There was pork – naturally – and all sorts of other amazing food, including bacon blue cheese cole slaw and an amazing cookie recipe that I’ll have to try soon that includes amaretto.
Unfortunately, after two days of pretty much non-stop people, this introvert REALLY needed a break. I have yet to figure out how to balance my desire to spend time with people I don’t get the opportunity to see that often with my need to sit in a quiet room with yarn or a book.
That being said, I sucked it up and stayed longer today than I really wanted too and we drove up to take in a Tribe game. The Indians were always my dad’s baseball team, so I rooted for them for his sake (and because they were playing a game from that state up north. Otherwise, I was just there for the hotdogs and cold beer.