Home Again–Days Three & Four
After staying out until after one o’clock and then laying in bed for an hour or more reflecting on everything that happened at the reunion, getting up Saturday morning was a chore. Sleeping in wasn’t an option. I had plans to hook up with my cousins for breakfast at Frisch’s–another crappy place I like going to whenever I’m in Lexington.
I got to Frisch’s a few minutes before nine o’clock with no idea of who or how many people were coming. My cousin Marilyn showed up first with her husband and darling grandson in tow. We waited a few minutes and then got a table. Over the next twenty minutes, dozens of Glass cousins and their children and grandchildren turned up. Okay–I exaggerate. There were thirteen of us all together. It was nice seeing everyone, especially the younger children–some I’d never seen or last saw when they were tiny.
Frisch’s, for those of you who may not be familiar with the place, features an all-you-can-eat breakfast bar. I planned to order off the menu as a way of controlling how much I ate. However, once I got there, I couldn’t resist the spread and opted for the buffet. I had scrambled eggs, two strips of bacon, a biscuit with sausage gravy, and then went back for a chocolate covered donut and a french toast stick. We sat around socializing and catching up until after ten.
I filled my car up with gas and returned to the hotel to catch up with Facebook. The posts have been coming fast and furious since the reunion, along with dozens of pictures, e-mail messages, and friend requests. By the time I got caught up, it was time to head out to meet fellow blogger (A Little Time With Me), former classmate, and avid reader, Pam, for Mexican food. I went to the wrong place, but thanks to cell phones, eventually found her. We had a great visit and some pretty good enchiladas.
I was supposed to go by to see my Aunt Doris, but ran out of time. After Pam and I finished lunch, it was time to hook up with Wendy, another friend you can read about in Glass Houses. She came by my hotel. We watched some football, went for a drive through my old stomping ground, and then headed over to take Dad and his wife out for dinner. Dad has been dealing with some major health issues. I was anxious about seeing him and invited easy-going Wendy along for moral support.
The visit did not go well. Dad didn’t want to go anywhere. We talked about bringing something in, but he made it clear he wasn’t really interested in that, either. It was hard getting him to talk and my attempts seemed to just make him angry. After about an hour, Wendy and I left to have dinner at a nearby restaurant. I had grilled chicken breasts with mushrooms, broccoli casserole, a nice salad, and a giant frozen margarita.
By the time we got back to the hotel, it was dark and I was exhausted. Wendy went home, and I got my suitcase packed for an early start Sunday morning. Somehow, I was hungry so I ran down to the gift shop and got a bag of M&Ms and a package of Rice Krispie Treats, both of which I inhaled. I blame the margarita.
This morning I got up at five o’clock and by six, was on the Interstate headed back to Athens. I ate a couple of apples but was still hungry so I stopped at McDonald’s for an egg McMuffin (one of my favorite breakfast foods) and at the last minute, added a sausage burrito. When I stopped to get gas several hours later, I picked up a couple of donuts and a bottle of water.
Since it was Sunday, I decided to come home through Atlanta. The trip only took six-and-a-half hours–the fastest I’ve ever made it home from Lexington. I got home early enough to weigh myself (up three pounds), and to relax a bit before heading out to my three o’clock Zumba class. It was a nice little vacation from my healthy lifestyle, but now I’m glad to be back on track here in…
My Glass House