Vacations

Dear Amanda,

I must admit I had a little too much wine last night, so I wasn't in a hurry to get out of bed this morning. As I was lying there I started obsessing about when I visited last. By the time I got out of bed I had pieced most of it together...

I remembered some photos from the trip, most from Pike Place Market, the day we went downtown to Seattle. J took a half day and came with us, treated us to a schamncy dinner where you were all over the Pacific Northwest wines. (Have I told you, by the way, that Willamette Valley Vineyards Pinot Noir is my favorite? I love it! I also love that I am one of very few New Englanders who doesn't mispronounce Willamatte!) We met up with a couple of your friends and I dorked out when we passed the Watson and Crick Cafe, where we also snapped a few pics (that after all I did not end up showing students the following year).

I think you and I went to Portland for a day during that trip also, right? And I got that blue topaz ring in the bath shop near Powell's?...

Other than that I remember taking you and J and the boys to their favorite Italian restaurant and a movie. Oh, and being more constipated than I've ever been in my life. I was miserable. Remember? Ugh.

Anyway, I remembered everything but the year, so I got up and looked it up. 2003. Five years ago! Way too long...The summer after that I went to Europe, and the summer after that I started dating W. I haven't had a big summer trip since. (Clearly that's a topic that needs some exploration.)

I know you and J are off to California today, so I won't expect to hear too much from you for a couple of weeks, but I may keep plugging away. I also thought I might go visit my parents and get our old journals out of storage. How many do you think we filled? How many years do they cover? Maybe I'll drop a couple in the mail so you can have some to flip through too.

Have a great trip! Hello and hugs to everyone. Be safe. Love, B

PS When you get back we should also probably talk about this blog a little.
PPS Can you believe it? Years after retiring your Waterman and my Mont Blanc we're blogging. Go figure.