June 09, 2008
One for the books
Sometimes, you fly halfway around the world and end up in hotel rooms or on beaches that look like the ones you have in your neck of the woods.
But other times, you can drive 20 miles, sit in a lawn chair by a blazing fire (one too hot for marshmallow roasting), and feel so removed from the life you know.
Stuff Girl and her husband (Stuff Boy? Man?) hosted a wonderful party under the stars on Saturday and despite the fact that some folks may be missing eyebrows and some dogs may be temporarily confused about their gender, it was probably one of the best starts that a summer could have. Try racing with your child downhill in near-pitch black darkness under a blanket of stars and try and tell me any differently. Or holding an adorable baby while the breeze tickles your toes for that matter.
To me, it was one of those "yardstick" moments that you measure other instances in your life against--definitely one for the books. Arriving home, I practically rolled His Honor into bed, did the same for myself, and then fast asleep, the sound of crickets still chirping in my brain.
