I lost a day somewhere. The Sunday we found Missy's glasses should have been day 172.
That's okay though. I'm grateful that it's okay to make mistakes. That's true every day.
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Sunday morning we woke up with and without something.
With: hangovers (the party had wine, champagne, mixed drinks, & sake.)
Without: Missy's glasses.
She had misplaced them someplace Saturday night. She felt terrible about this. She had a good idea where they might be.
That morning we went back to my aunt's and sure enough, they were exactly where she thought.
Whew!
Saturday I knew was going to be a Very Bad Eating Day™ because of the party we were going to that night.
Thankfully our very nice hotel had this:
It was cold. It was bracing. I did 45 minutes of breaststroke and was glad for it.
Much better!
Friday morning we got on our way from the Bad Hotel™ and drove another several hours to the Hamptons. My aunt put us up in a very nice hotel.
After we got our bags squared away, and got changed into more relaxed clothes, we met up with my aunt, who showed us her lovely home, and toured us around the Hamptons. We met up with an old friend of hers who I hadn't seen since I was about 17, and went to her house which has its own private beach.
I got to put my feet in the ocean. Now that's a good way to end a long drive.
Thursday night Missy and I made half of a very long drive, stopping at some completely random and sketchy hotel.
It was not a great place to stay. We got stalked by a long term hotel resident who asked us if she could use our cell phone (which we declined), the room smelled like an ash tray, and the bed was harder than organic chemistry.
And it was great. Because it was not the car, not the highway, and we were very tired.