there's a glint in his eye

Went to boo gardens yesterday. I am yet to be fully recovered.

I got off work at 7 and came home, changed and cuddled the cat, then drove with Stina, Jennifer, and Noah to the otherside of Keswick. There Stina and I piled into the back of a 98 CRV driven by Dylan’s old boss, Tom, along with Dylan. In the back was Obi, the mixed-breed overly friendly dog, and in the front was Wayne, the taciturn boyfriend of Tom. I did not get a nap.

Boo gardens was very, very busy. I did eat some pretty tasty brisket in New France (which they were super generous with in terms of the portion), but the trip was spent mostly waiting in line to ride Big Bad Wolf twice before it closed forever. I am sad. The sign outside of DarKastle looks like a monster blood tattoo. I didn’t get a good picture. I will next time, because I now own a season pass, which is good through yesterday of next year.

The ride back was long and I didn’t feel very well, and we stopped at some sort of super-Arby’s? I’m not entirely sure I didn’t make that part up. There were indoor topiaries.

And then I slept for 13 hours and I’d still be asleep if Prosper hadn’t nudged me and started mewling in the “Mom? Mom, did you die?” voice.

So here he is, after he stuck his mouth in the faucet and was biting the water. He wouldn’t do that for the camera.