Isn’t it a little weird upon discovering certain parts of your parent’s dating history? Like when I found out in high school that I was essentially the reason my parents married. For some reason it took me 17 years to figure out that the monthly difference between a December wedding and a May birthday was significantly less that the time it takes a baby to make. Lucky for me, I suppose, that I came from a bunch of Catholics who did not believe in abortion. Yay, I’m here!
Nevertheless, at the beginning of my holiday weekend, my mom messaged me… ahem, on Facebook, that she and my dad honeymooned at Atwood Lake Lodge near New Philadelphia. AB and I were on our way to Tappan Lake. It’s in the vicinity, for the blissfully unaware.
Backing up just a bit, AB & I caught fireworks on both Thursday and Friday in downtown Cleveland. Thursday was the annual free concert by The Cleveland Orchestra, which is always such a delight for downtown! Friday we climbed up to the roof of a building on Euclid (after a fun birthday dinner for my cousin at Mallorca where AB met some more fam) to watch the show after the Indians game. Beers in hand, of course.
We spent another drink or two catching up with friends at The Greenhouse Tavern, then settled in (kinda) early for our coffee-shop-is-not-open-yet drive to Tuscarawas County. (Seriously, I only know how to spell that because of my job working with county recording and auditor offices). I, ahem AB, made my awesome Strawberry Margarita Cake. And he put together an awesome southwest-style pasta salad (which I’m still eating… love party leftovers).
Our day at the lake house was a blast. The weather cooperated by being just a shade less of full sun, and the lake temperature was like bath water. I was able to meet some of AB’s friends from college, where we spent majority of the day on a rented pontoon boat, then some tubing. As one would expect with Fourth of July parties, there was a TON of eating and cornhole (I’m getting better), s’more beers, actual S’mores. The campfire rounded out a perfect crispy-cool night.
Sunday, AB & I dominated in cornhole (I’m really getting better… or very, very lucky) at a cookout at his parent’s. (His dad kept calling me the ringer). More food! More sangria! Man, I love summer.
We are gearing up for our camping weekend! Yes, it’s that time again — my annual crazy white water rafting extravaganza in West Virginia! While I decided on the “camping-only” option this year, we have four days in the outdoors, with our bikes, a little rock climbing, zip-lining and we partying with 121 of our closest friends (largest turn out thus far)!
Do we remember what happened last year? Oh, the irony… Yeah, that is always fun to read and laugh.
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July 10th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
Haha… the intial meeting of AB. It was fate! Have fun and get one of those mosquito fans, I heard they really work! When I was about 13 I figured out my mom was 4 months pregnant with me when my parents got married… oh the coinsidences! Hope to see you again.