As Holli said, and Bryce and Lind­sey are sure to say later (*hint*hint*), we went to Philly! Holli did a good job of relat­ing what hap­pened so, I won’t repeat that here. I’ll talk about my feel­ings. Like a girl does.

It was really nice to see Bryce and Lind­sey. Even though we “just saw them” for the wed­ding, this is our first time vis­it­ing them as a mar­ried cou­ple, and it couldn’t have been more awk­ward. Talk about ten­sion. From minute one, when Bryce wasn’t back from work at 3 in the after­noon, to our trip back to the air­port with them argu­ing over what road goes where and does what, I felt alien­ated, ignored, and stupid.

Boy, that got neg­a­tive. I tried, and started out, pos­i­tive, but it just degraded so fast. It was a joy to get to spend time with Lind­sey with­out Bryce. That rarely has hap­pened before. In Mar­shall, we stayed at Bryce’s apart­ment, and at home we stay at Bryce’s house, so this gave us a chance to get to learn more about Lind­sey. I learned that she likes to watch the news. A lot. And she likes to fall asleep with guests around. Like, imme­di­ately. Then, of course, my girl fol­lows suit, so guess who’s stuck singing to him­self, play­ing with one anti-social cat and one attention-starved cat; me.

Gosh, I did it again. Alright, I’d bet­ter wrap this up. Bryce, Lind­sey; two great peo­ple. Bear, Bitty; nice cats, both seemed to warm up to me even­tu­ally and one posed for a pic­ture. I was def­i­nitely go out there again, except this time for longer. Maybe then we’ll actu­ally get to tour the city by bus so we don’t get half-baked “expla­na­tions” of what went down where. And, of course, I’d love to spend the entire time in rainy, driz­zly weather again. Oh, and can we get our flights back delayed sev­eral hours as well? And how about Bryce and Lind­sey get so ashamed of us that we never get to meet any of their friends?

Boo-diddley-hoo, that was a frowneroni. This east coast air is mak­ing me surly.

Hon­estly, though; had a blast. Fly­ing to Philly — August 2007.