time gets away

Time gets away from me – more than a week since my last post!

Last Wednesday night we flew to Orange County (it was a much more involved process than just those eight words considering we had to get a wheelchair for Jesse and his crutches), got the in-laws’ Jeep and drove to San Diego. My brother John was supposed to be there but he got delayed and spent the night in Denver (not at my house, the airline actually put him up in a hotel). Thursday morning after John got in, we started to work on his Jeep, changing the oil, installing the back seat and then had sushi for lunch! At the place where the sushi floats around on little boats and you just take what you want. In the afternoon I saw Jana – love her! And then went to ladies night at Leia’s with Debbie and got to see Lyn and Sarah too.

Friday morning I got up and went to OB for a run - my first run since I left California. It was beautiful... and nostalgic... and the ocean is amazing.

Then we drove to the desert (by the Salton Sea) and found camp where three of our friends who drove down from the Bay area had spent the night before. It was perfect weather, perfect campsite – and people just kept rolling in. Jesse’s parents and their friends, James from San Diego, Dan and Lyn with Dan’s dad, Jason from Ocean Beach, John and Carly, Alex and Lisa and their daughter Olivia… I’m probably missing someone. All in all seems like there were nearly 20 of us with 10+ off-road vehicles. We set up camp, started a fire, cooked our suppers and then went off-roading in the dark!

The whole weekend was basically the same deal… off-roading. FUN! But different this year because Jesse can’t drive with his bum leg. Which I was trying to call a “gimp leg” (not very nice, I know) but it came out limp game. So we’ve been talking about “Jesse and his limp game” for more than a week now. ANYWAY apparently I’m pretty darn good at highly technical off-road driving! I’m very strategic, since for the past eight-ish years I’ve only gotten to do the strategy part (as a passenger). Jesse's parents' little gold Jeep (named Jean) is awesome, and I made some of the inexperienced drivers look silly - not intentionally, just by virtue of my strategic driving. Ah, the tomboy in me was yelling so I had to let it out.

I didn't get my crappy Mexican food fix though. Neither JV's nor Nati's on the agenda. Next time!

Sunday evening we flew back to Denver, getting in late. And then Monday was my birthday.