This was Dumb Potter's Hell in the long ago...
back when the locks worked.
I had a really great weekend. It started out the way all my driving adventures do... LOST. I missed a turn. Got stuck on one of those nightmare turn things that just go around and around. Eventually got off of that and had to call him to come and find me.
But even before that it began badly... with snail pace traffic the first... yes, this is the truth... 60 or so miles of my trip. I was just about out of my gourd before I got there. It took me almost 2 and a half hours of extra time. Yikes!
But you know, there's something to be said for being rescued. I was awful glad to see him and it gave us something to laugh at... not that there isn't plenty of that in my daily life. Sheesh. But then conversation came easily and I settled into a comfortable weekend. I got the tour of his home and shop... some of the town.
When we got to his house... everything was there and waiting that I like. My favorite beer in the fridge, music I said I liked, foods, etc... someone has been paying attention. That's nice. I immediately felt very comfortable and at home. Sweet.
Saturday was nice and laid back. He took me back to where I got lost and showed me the right way to go so that I don't get lost there again. We watched the Beaver game early and later after BBQing a couple of burgers... watched the Ducks win. Yay!
Sunday was mostly laying around watching movies. A nice relaxing weekend. I had a great time. I've been invited back next weekend to go to turkey potluck... with him, his mom and step dad... who I will meet at that time. I have no doubt that I'll enjoy that as well.
When it was time to leave, I immediately made a wrong turn and yep... went to Eugene instead of toward Portland. I managed to get back on by myself. Believe me that was not easy with the maze of "no turn" and one way streets they have just off the freeway. But I managed. Made it home safely in excellent time. Very little traffic on the highway. I was a little buzzz bomb all the way home.
When I did get home two of the frogs were croaking... and I ended up spending the rest of my evening bouncing between them and the deerhunter. He's not really a frog any more... but not a prince yet either. Time will tell. If nothing else, I've made a fun and interesting new friend.
So no real post today... just this update. Oh yeah...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
I got the best present ever today when I stepped on the scale... the deerhunter had joked that I was going to weigh five pounds less by the end of the weekend. I laughed but rolled my eyes at that. But you know what? He was right. Very cool beans!