Am writing this blog entry from the bar in our condo/hotel building. We have the whole place to ourselves. The Coach is drinking Makers Mark on the rocks; I’m having a much more sedate glass of wine. See what my family does to us?
Actually, today was okay. The Coach survived his bobsled run, then we drove over to the Grandmother’s, then down to the Great-Aunt’s to visit. My GA is a wicked awesome person; her youngest son is a prof out in Kansas and she gets the whole concept of academic politics. After having a good visit, my grandmother treated us to dinner at … McDonalds. Seriously, she must have been channeling QE’s father!
It took us F***ing forever to get back to Lake Placid because it started icing up around Lincoln Pond. Blah. I hate freezing rain. And this means that we cannot leave that early tomorrow because we need the roads to defrost a bit. So now, we drink.
Coach drinking!?
Good for coach. Have to keep warm somehow. There wasn’t a St. Bernard with a barrel around its neck nearby was there?
I think he was recovering from both my family and the bobsled run. LOL!