Wow.

That about sums it up. However, I will continue for reasons of clarification.

As I sit here, preparing to re-adjust myself to the regular schedule of life after the last of my guests have left and eagerly creating my blog post, I realize…whoa, I almost forgot about the dance party! The road trip was such a blast!

Don’t get me wrong. Monday was awesome, too. The happy newly weds, Tigger (aka, Kenjo) and Her Majesty, arrived first with lots of games and two speakers–each larger than I. Then, The Hacker came contributing the CD player and his own set of speakers. (We could really have blasted the neighborhood but we didn’t want to get any complaints.)

Having not yet done the shopping for the road trip, we were just leaving my place to do so when C4 arrived. We snatched her up and took her along–she being the only one familiar with the area.

We returned home to be greeted by Trin and My Evil Twin–and two boxes of donuts and two gallons of ice cream! Oh, Trin got me an adorable pair of sandals, too. Todah! I love them!!

The rest of the evening I remember as fun and frenzied chaos as we set up the sound system, gabbed, danced, gabbed, danced, gabbed, took down the sound system, gabbed, played games, and gabbed. For a change of pace, there was a little skirmish involving The Hacker’s marshmallows engaging in flight–but I have no idea who initiated that. I just know I finished it. 

We stayed up much too late trying to catch The Hacker who played a bad guy in one of our games. Once he was caught, he went home and everyone else went to bed. We got up around 6-6:30 to load Jasper (the blood red van) and meet up with C4’s boyfriend (we need a nickname for him!). Unfortunately, we didn’t make it out until about 7:30 (details, details ).

We stopped in beloved Sequim at the Oak Table restaurant for breakfast. As I gazed around exclaiming at features I remembered and soaking up what I didn’t, we seemed to perk up at the table. Maybe it was our dashing and witty waiter, who, despite the frantic pleas of my friends, gave me unlimited refills on my coffee. Mmm…gooooood coffee.

Before leaving (and after giving our awesome waiter generous tips), we snagged our waiter and another of the staff to take pictures with them in front of the restaurant.

The rest of the trip was uneventful until we reached the Olympic Nat’l Park. Jasper belched noxious fumes in protest of the uneven terrain, but the Park Ranger assured us we were ok when we mentioned the recent oil change.

We entertained ourselves in various ways at the hot springs. Relaxing, sunning, soaking,  drowning the insects that dared to bite us, splashing, touching the bottom of the swimming pool (not the hot pools), grabbing and pulling each other underwater, and various acrobatics.

We also enjoyed the deli’s curly fries, onion rings, and smoothies. Before leaving, I made sure we checked out the tourist shop. Trin bought us all that rock candy on a stick. Mm.

The only souvenirs we have from the trip (besides a few bug bites, dirty laundry, and a few bruises here and there), are pictures. On the way back home, we stopped at some scenic spots for pics. I’ll be putting those up on my myspace.

I’m going to skip over the stop at the restaurant–it was boring except for a game we played with our fortune cookies. Oh, and someone started a mild spitball fight…but I can’t imagine who that could be.

We got home and watched The Frisco Kid as the crowning point of our trip.  Then, The Girlz and C4’s boyfriend left. Tigger and Her Majesty stayed overnight and left this morning.

Rats! I really should have gotten a picture of that marshmallow mush on Her Majesty’s back. That was priceless. 

Chronicled by: Her Grace, Duchess of the Digital Quill