So the kids and I were delighted to be invited up to my BFF's cabin for labor day weekend. It was kind of a last-minute thing, but I was THRILLED because my poor Les Mis babies hadn't had a real "vacation" all summer long. I wrote about her cabin before, and this time was pretty much exactly like that one....
Except this time I swapped spit with a man.
Yes, I met the neighbor. And yes, there was an instant connection. How much of that connection was due to the vodka/cranberry drinkies, I don't know. But thank GOD, there was a connection.
Did I mention that there was some connecting going on?
Relax, bitches. The kids were all asleep.
So what did I learn over Labor Day weekend?
I learned that my old rule of thumb "you are pretty much guaranteed some action if your legs are sporting four day old stubble, your boob sweat has congealed into a crusty layer kind of like cooling lava, and you smell like lake water" still holds true. Oh yeah, and I added "plus you're wearing a ginormous maxi pad because of course you forgot that you were going to bring Aunt Flo along for the weekend and there were no tampons to be found in the wilds of Wisconsin".
I learned that one of my children still hasn't mastered the art of losing at anything with grace. And if he loses a two-player game of Mario Cart on the DS while enduring a 2 1/2 hour drive, there will be blood. Ok, not blood, but a pretty sizable smackdown. And some hair-pulling. At least they kept their seatbelts on.
I learned how to make a turkey. Don't laugh! I've never made one before. Ok, I did once but in true Jenny style, I screwed it up somehow. My BFF is the best cook I know and she showed me how to use Diet Coke to make what was seriously the yummiest turkey I've ever had.
I learned that sunsets are even more beautiful when you are relaxed and surrounded by laughing kids and good friends.
I learned that I need to get rid of my truck. I used my friend's minivan and filled it up...it was about $45.00. To fill up my truck? $160. I'm no math wizard but that ain't right.
I learned that my stupid phone works better in the sticks of Wisconsin than it does here in Minneapolis. AT&T...rethink service. Effers.
I learned that my BFF's husband is pretty awesome (I kind of already knew that, but). Not only did he once again put up with my smelly, shedding dog, but he also put up with my not-so-smelly, shedding 17 year old son. Not only put up with Charlie, but engaged in conversation with him, showed him how to use a jet ski and taught him a little bit about what kind of things a really good dad does.
And perhaps most importantly, I learned that you don't need a bazillion dollars to have a picture-perfect long weekend. All you need is a friend with a bazillion dollars and a sweet cabin. Just kidding. I think the most important thing I learned was that I didn't forget how to make out with someone.
And that if you wait around until you think you look/smell/are dressed perfect, you may miss out on meeting someone pretty cool.
Ooh, and I also learned that I need to keep a stash of tampons on me at all times.
Hope you all had a beautiful, relaxing and safe Labor Day weekend!