The Nights of Radanthe almost.....

What involves mouth watering food, great dialogue, mommy juice, nudity, speeding tickets, spills, laughter, and tears?! No, not me doing a burlesque. Although that would bring a tear or two. Somehow I can almost hear the chants now, "put it on, put it on, oh g-d please put it on"! However, if I stand stood on my head I think everything would look great. Not that I would know....Vacation of course! AND no, again it was not me doing an act of seduction as much as it was the chicks. They were brave. Not only did they disrobe but they jumped in the freezing pool laughing like Michael Phelps! Lucky for me Mai was not afraid to get in to the frigid waters. As cold as it was I had to finally pull them from the polar waters kicking and screaming.
Those who know me Really. Know. Me. know my love of the ocean. I was looking forward to a final hoo-raa beach trip before the bitter winter were upon us in Washington. This was gonna be some trip. The. Best. One of my favorite twinny mom's had invited us to join them and many of their friends to share a house big ass mo-foo kick ass house in Corolla, North Carolina for a week of fun in the sun. Which would forever be known as "The Nights in Rodanthe"! This house had two of everything. Two refreigerators, two ovens, two dishwashers AND two set of twins, it did not only just have two bedrooms but nine plus 8 + 2 1/2 baths and a huge theater room plus hot-tub.... and oh... my... g-d... and the El-eeeeee-vaaaa-tor..... and so much was Un- be-liev-able.

But... well... there always seems to be a but. Exactly halfway there we stopped for a pee break. It was a much needed "mandatory" break as my eye balls were floating and my expandables were stretched to a thread. Note to self; do not drink a gallon of coffee before a road trip and then continue to guzzle! Anyway, I noticed sweet thing was a bit wobbly as he strolled out of the can. Not only did he look faint but his breathing was rapid and he was pale. After I twisted his arm much persuasion he handed me the keys and I drove the the rest of the way. It did not occur to me to ask him if we should turn back. He would spend the remainder of our trip in the bed without so much as a nibble to eat. Sucking on water and ginger ale. I asked at one point if his life insurance was current. ...of course I was kidding....He was one sick boy. Unfortunately we wold not know how sick until after we returned home.
It was amazing how well everyone got along. There were singles, Josh, and Jimmy-- not to be mistaken for a couple -- they weren't! Grandparent's Lloyd and his darling partner Kathy, Lloyd's daughter Melissa and her amazing husband Jason (awesome cook!) and their beautiful blue eyed baby Thad, and of course Cindy and Ed and Sammie and Nickie and Sweet thing and me and Mai, and Abbey and Katie and the best part.... New friends! The food was out of this world. Restaurant quality. Everyone volunteered a turn in the kitchen creating something new and fantastic for all to salivate over at dinnertime. Those who weren't on kp duty would pull up a bar stool wine in hand and watch as something succulent unfolded before our eyes. No surprise, there was never a morsel left over. Oh, my. We dined on Italian, Greek and Mexican... oh... and the wine.....the wine.... the wine..there was always a bottle open and there was always a glass to be filled. And the was rich. We never ran out of anything to talk about. Although the upcoming election was topic of discussion. The. Topic. Of. Conversation! Hard to imagine so many of the same mind set all under one roof. Wow.

The little girls picked up where they left off. Running through the house screaming "Abbeykatie, Abbeykatie" and "Sammienickie, Sammienickie" as if that were each of their names! Ok, so it wasn't sunny, and it was cold as shit...we had to make a run to the local tourist shop for sweat shirts...and sweet thing was so sick he barely enjoyed it.... but it was so awesome to have met so many unbelievably great people. I truly will treasure it forever. I hope we can do this again next year, and include Annie and her klan. It was just too fun! I hope you know how special you are to me!

But before we would get home I too would be pulled over by one of Carrituck counties finest. He did not buy the line that my sweet thing was dying! We were not kidding. But, apparantly he gets that a lot and was not amused. What I discovered was law business in Carrituck must be a bit peaked this time of year as I recieved 10 advertisments from law firms offering to represent me in court! They warned against ignoring the fine. Like I'd do that! lol.. But I certainly won't be needing representation, nor will I be driving four hours to appear in court for a 150.oo ticket. We paid it on-line and I promptly returned all their print mail "return to sender"! Bwahahaha!

Update: Sweet thing has been back to the doctor's three times since returning. He and his doc are on very friendly terms as our doc now refers to sweet thing as "Mr. G". I cracked up when I listened to the message. Anyway, the poor guy has been poked so many times you'd think they would know what is wrong with him. What we do know. His liver count was alarmingly high. (over 600++ norm is 30-40) Our doctor called himself to discuss the results. He told sweet thing he was concerned and he needed to run some more tests. They re-ran the tests and they were still through the roof. He is scheduled for more test and an ultra sound next week. None of this is related to the original illness.