07 January 2010

Highlights of Denver

Staying up late enough for Joy to get incoherent and start talking about how raisins aren’t actually dried grapes, and if we keep calling them that, we won’t know a real grape when we see one.

Learning that it’s impolite to ask someone their profession in Toledo.

Alternating episodes of Fringe, episodes of Firefly, and episodes of exclaiming over the oddities of J. J. Abrams.

Hearing about Joy’s trip to the front desk to get butter and her subsequent adventure through a black-tie party.

Discussing Phantom Grey spoilers with Jamie on MSN while sitting next to her.

Staying up so late that after the lights went out, I was asleep before I had time to roll over.

Burning grilled cheese sandwiches.

Skype and webcam with The Caribou.

Waking up to Joy with sharpie tattoos all over her left arm and a hairdo like Helena Bonham Carter.

Eating…something…that Jamie made out of leftover cranberry cereal, popcorn, milk and brown sugar.

Finishing two bags of Hint of Lime Tostitos.

All sitting in the same room, on the same bed, on our laptops.

Baking cookies with mint M&Ms and chocolate covered cacao pieces.

Being made fun of for saying ‘bag’ and ‘sorry’ weird, and unconsciously using the occasional ‘eh’.

Singing along to the Sherlock Holmes soundtrack, He’s a Pirate, and Skillet’s Believe.

Indecisiveness. But they love me anyway.

Being referred to as Merrin, Melda, and Amy in the same day.

Alternating between ‘p-tor’, ‘potter’, and ‘Jamie; and ‘FM’ and ‘Joy’.

Eating healthy. I’m muffling my laughter.

“Why didn’t you tell me I was wearing my shirt inside out?!”

“We could have made it!”

A Starbucks on EVERY. CORNER.

Giving Sir Marshmallow a moustache.

Finding that the housekeeping staff had made our bed and sat Sir Marshmallow up against the pillows.

Two grocery shopping trips and our sophisticated check-out system.

Laughing so hard I squeak, while trying to conceal from Joy that she’s being videoed.

Drinking coffee with a heart drawn in the foam on the top.

Writing both my names in the snow.

“Joy: A song for every phrase.”

Watching Trace be turned into Hitler wearing sunglasses.

Pwning and being pwned at many virtual games of Scrabble.

Eating dessert for breakfast.

Being tacklehugged.

Having friends who make it so hard to say goodbye.

1 comment:

tango said...

This sounds as if everything was good, very good. Lots for you to ponder as the "days after" go by. We learn a lot about ourselves, don't we?
Glad you're home, Amy. Love ya!