Celebrate Good Times!

Ok, I know you’ve all been just dying for some vacation details, so at long last, here we go! This will be one of many installments of our adventures.

It makes sense to start at the beginning, which in fact was way back in April – when we picked the general timeframe for my visit and I started the months long scrambling to get all the details sorted out. I had the paperwork to get my passport already printed off and ready for fine-comb scrutiny. It probably took about three attempts at filling in all the little boxes and squares and ‘this only applies to you if you were born at this spot before this date’ spaces before I was certain it could be brought in for government inspection without meeting instant rejection for having a signature go outside the lines. When it came time to choose which government line to brave for a morning, I chose a location far from the centre of the city. Less popular, less people, less lining up, less chance of me snapping at someone who controls where I’m allowed to travel.

It went off without a hitch, and within another few weeks I had my passport. My SUPER regimented, no glasses, no smiling, no frowning, no expression whatsoever passport. I look like a disaffected yuppie and it cost me $8. And that was just for the pictures, nevermind the little blue folded book itself.

Next came picking the dates for flights and hotels, trying to maximize our alloted vacation time between weekends and matters-of-convenience for getting myself to the necessary airports. As soon as the dates were picked, the tickets purchased and the hotel reserved, it was just a matter of waiting. Shopping, and waiting.

FINALLY June rolled around. The last two weeks crawled and dragged by until one morning I strolled into work with a bright smile on my face. I made no bones about announcing my state of mind to the world at large: “People, I am not here today. Technically I am not here tomorrow, as I will be on a plane to visit my boyfriend in warm climates for the first time in one year. But rest assured, I am not here today either. Is the coffee machine broken? My good sir, I do not care.”

The next morning my mother picked me up for the drive to Buffalo, as it was $100 cheaper to cross the border in a car instead of flying directly out of Toronto. The navigation was a bit rough. Next time I’ll get the directions myself instead of leaving it up to her to leave up to her boyfriend to leave to the last minute resulting in no more than a poorly printed map and handwritten, somewhat incorrect instructions. However, we got there. And after connecting issue-free in Detroit, I got there.

There is here

Josh’s brother Nate drove him to the airport to pick me up, and dropped us off at the hotel where Josh had checked in earlier. In we rolled with our luggage, up the elevator, down the hall, and, well I’ll leave it at that for at least a few hours 😉
We hadn’t stopped to eat dinner, so later that evening I was starving. I figured we could go to a bar or restaurant, but anything nearby was closed by ten. Even with the scooter Josh had already brought to the hotel, the closest source of food was the SuperWalmart. We decided on a late night junk food/grocery shopping spree. I’m not usually a big fan of Walmart or its inhabitants, but I figure when in Rome…(or the South…)
It's ok, Talea was at the gym...

It's ok, Talea was at the gym...

The next morning, or maybe the following morning (I may have lost track of time…), I asked Josh to take me to Ihop for breakfast. He agreed, but was disappointed to learn that it’s somewhat of a misnomer. The “international” house of pancakes is at most a “national” house unless they have them in Mexico – we sure don’t have them in Canada, or at least not that I’ve seen. I in fact did not have pancakes, which I have not been able to stomach since a rather disastrous event with plane food many moons ago. Nor did I get waffles, which I’m told would have been an acceptable substitute. I got a strawberry crepe, which was damn good. I also had a lovely eyeful of Ihop patronage, and the new knowledge that some folk do in fact eat fried chicken for breakfast and encourage their kids to do the same.


Our breakfast was followed by much in the way of napping (sort of), to fill the hour or so one is supposed to wait before post-eating aquatic adventures. Yes, the hotel had a pool. But between the hot sun and the small family taking up most of the water, we opted to stay indoors. The pool was small, and it wasn’t so much about there being a crowd as there being just one family – we weren’t really in the mood for inevitable tourist small talk. Luckily, there were recreational activities to be found inside as well. 

This photo took approximately 37 takes.

Word, they had a jacuzzi!

We also went out to dinner at the Outback (which I think we do have in Canada, but I haven’t been in a while), and clothes shopping at Target. It may seem mundane to spend a vacation going to Walmart and Target, but we never get to do these little every day things together. Getting to spend an hour trying on shorts and lamenting the lack of non-thong sandals for men is a rare opportunity!

Alas, the weekend could not last forever, and we only stayed at the hotel for a few days. So after 60 some odd hours of our shagedelic fest of sugar, saunas and shopping, we packed up our bags and waited for our ride to Nate and Sami’s house to stay with them for the rest of our vacation. The first thing we did all together was head on over to their parents house for a family dinner with what I like to refer to as my ‘almost in-laws’. They love to take pictures at any and all opportunity, flattering or not…

Thought bubble says "Hey what are you - "

Thought bubble says "Hey what are you - "

Photobombed, and still adorable

Photobombed, and still adorable

And of course, we took plenty of pictures ourselves.

Totally worth the wait!

Totally worth the wait!

That’s all for this first installment, the adventures continue soon! Coming up next, we’ve got killer dogs, date night, strippers, licking (not to be confused with stripper licking), and other fun.

Stay tuned!


  1. Josh said,

    July 10, 2009 at 11:48 pm

    Ha, I almost forgot about that IHOP lady. Yeah, she was a large woman, and apparently not at all uncomfortable with herself. And for everyone’s information, Em looked absolutely stunning in the rebel flag bikini, and I have many pictures of her filling it out abundantly, but like all women she is neurotic about pictures of herself and refuses to post any of the good ones. But trust me, the rebel flag has never looked better.

    • Emerald said,

      July 18, 2009 at 5:15 pm

      Aww, thanks baby. But yeah, those pictures are for your eyes only 😉 I think this one looks pretty okay! And that woman at IHOP was hilarious. I’m fully aware that not everybody who goes to IHOP looks like that, but she pretty much made my morning.

  2. duffboy said,

    July 12, 2009 at 5:18 pm

    Those looked like some really good times, so glad for you both (even the photobomb, you looked cute together, I agree).

    • Emerald said,

      July 18, 2009 at 5:16 pm

      Thanks, it was a great time. And it is a good photo, I may even put in the effort to photoshop that out 😉

  3. July 12, 2009 at 9:32 pm

    You two are a ridiculously good looking couple. I can see happiness betwixt ya two.

    I am jealous.

    You look loverly, Em.

    I wore a Texas flag bathing suit once. Turns out I would need more than a Lone Star to cover my earthy girthiness. I needed a flag with a lone solar system.

    Joy on, ya’ll!!!!


    PS. How did you two meet?

    • Emerald said,

      July 18, 2009 at 5:20 pm

      I too would feel uncomfortable with only a single star covering my ladiness! 😉 And we met right here on wordpress believe it or not! The internet – pretty rad.

  4. nursemyra said,

    July 12, 2009 at 9:42 pm

    you look wonderful together!

  5. Jen512 said,

    July 12, 2009 at 9:54 pm

    Lol, I’m laughing at your plethora of snackage. Pineapple cola, cheese sticks, honey dijon kettle chips and the Domino’s. What else you got there?

    Also laughing at the woman at IHOP. Wow, indeed! That’s what frequenting an IHOP will get you. I can’t remember what comedian cracked, “I don’t know why they call it IHOP, nobody hops out of there, they should call it IROLL.”

    • Emerald said,

      July 18, 2009 at 5:23 pm

      Everything! Potato salad, those so-soft-and-covered-in-icing-they’re-almost-a-cake cookies, combos, and of course the two foot sub Josh worked his way through. And they totally should call it IROLL, I was full after one crepe, and even I was tempted to order a second. You probably could have rolled me out of there after eight.

  6. IdeaJump! said,

    July 13, 2009 at 11:16 am

    OMG! The gratuitous bikini shot!
    Glad you had fun – looking forward to reading more.

    • Emerald said,

      July 18, 2009 at 5:24 pm

      Hehe, it is a little gratuitious, but of course I had to compromise between my sense of propriety and Josh’s sense of ‘woooooo!!!’ 😛 And it was a lot of fun, it was a much needed trip!

  7. Will said,

    July 16, 2009 at 6:07 pm

    That sounded like a blast. You guys are pretty cute together (barf!) I know, guys shouldn’t say that.
    I love pigging out in a hotel room with no obligations like business trips.

    And yeah, they throw that word “international” around pretty loosely in the International House Of Pancakes. IHOP. pshh.

    • Emerald said,

      July 18, 2009 at 5:26 pm

      I’ve never really been part of a ‘cute couple’ before, sometimes it catches me off guard too 😉 And pigging out is always the best part of a vacation – Josh and I looooove our food. Sometimes we just sit and discuss recipes while our eyes glaze over slightly.

  8. Jess said,

    July 18, 2009 at 5:37 am

    Yeah!!! So much fun catching up on your blog, its been a long time since I have read it. Indeed, cuuuuute couple. IHOP- I found a pube in my waffle a long time ago. A scene straight out of ROAD TRIP….ew.

    Was it hot as hell in NC? We were there in June…hotttttt

    • Emerald said,

      July 18, 2009 at 5:31 pm

      Oh gross, no way! I hope you caused a serious fuss. I nearly choked at a Denny’s in Florida because there was a string in my hashbrowns.

      It actually wasn’t too bad, I was just glad we avoided the rain that was supposed to show up all week. There were only a few days where it was way too hot to be outside.

  9. Wendy said,

    July 18, 2009 at 1:32 pm

    Okay, I’m ready to go on a vacation now!

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