Good news! I got up this morning and had no ill effects from the bacchanalian feast from last night. Last year the dinner destroyed me and I spent some time in the bathroom praying. This year, lesson learned, I came home sober. Works wonders.
We have no plans for today. The kids plane leaves at 730 so we have time to go do something.
Having time can be a problem. All of us kinda did nothing. Football was on. We made breakfast. Did the laundry. Took showers. Before we realized it, it was past one and we had far less time.
Emily made a management decision and we all headed to Grass Valley to just kinda look around. I have been here before with Em for a look. And a nosh. You know. Which we thought the kids might enjoy. Did not happen that way. We got there and the three of them wandered off to a brewery and drank beer while we wandered around town. This millennial thing where drinking at a brewery has become a form of entertainment is far beyond my comprehension. I’d rather stay home and drink. Why drive twenty miles for a beer? I am sure I will never understand it.
Two or three hours later, we were kinda walked out, I went looking for them and they magically appeared right where we were. We all now together decided to enjoy an early dinner before heading for the airport. As usual, Michael found a place on Yelp or some such place and we headed there. A bar and grill on the other side of town. Best thing, we can do it together. We all enjoy eating.
The drive was quick. Semi industrial area, low curb appeal, kinda dumpy place. Inside, a nice bar an grill. Food was excellent though the selections were not vast. For where the place was I have to say it was overpriced. As usual, Dad paid. We ate at a leisurely pace, we still have time and it’s a short drive to the airport. And they had a couple football games on which slows everyone down.
Our eventual drive home was fast. No traffic on Sundays in winter. Most tourists have abandoned the area. Got back about the time we needed to load up the kids and drive to the airport. I had intended on driving them and Marika decided she wanted to go too. The car was totally silent on the drive. I presume they were to tired to communicate. Or something.
We dumped them out at 630 and they were off. Marika and I went back up the hill. No traffic, again.
Home. Watched a little bad tv. Did laundry. Went to bed. It’s my mantra.