I'm Home and It's Glorious

Kelly snagged me from the Muskegon County Airport yesterday morning (my dad was quite busy waiting for his new refrigerator to arrive) and hauled the both of us to Joe Chan's Bistro to consume lunch food with Aunt Patti, Bryan and my dad which I chased with a twenty-minute nap in my dad's guest bedroom before picking up Ella and Harrison up from school and cuddling them through the first thirty minutes of Beauty and the Beast, watching them eat a meal and kissing them goodnight after which I hustled to the Chili's in Norton Shores to meet my eight-grade girlfriend Megan for dinner, drinks and buzzed shopping at Meijer and Walmart prior to traveling slightly above the posted speed limit to Pere Marquette Park Beach for the purpose of catching a 9:10pm Lake Michigan sunset (#5) with my dad before closing out an exhausting but incredible day with red wine and several rounds of Monopoly Deal at Balcom's Cove with Bryan and Jess.

A few photos are below.

Also, I'm tired.

I'm Sitting on an Airplane

I'm currently sitting on an airplane at San Francisco International reading my favorite novel (The Book of Joe) and sipping my favorite drink (alcohol) while waiting to partake in my least favorite activity (in-the-sky flying).

Can you believe that my baby brother is getting married in four days?

P.S. Maureen, these airplane selfies are always (and will always be) for you.

A Treasure Trove

How am I just finding out what a treasure trove the H&M girls section is?

I took Sid and Rosie shopping after school last night and snagged the most adorable running hoodie (thumb holes included) for almost $0 (American).

I also had my sights set on a sensible pair of unicorn pjs but they turned out to be a bit, um, snug, so I wound up getting them for someone else.

For future reference (and birthgay gifts), my H&M size is 14-year-old girl.

40 Before 40: Run Bay to Breakers (In Costume)

I hopped out of bed at six o'clock yesterday morning, pulled on my running shoes, a pair of shorts and a flamingo costume, pinned a race bib to my shirt, gave a very groggy Bevan a thumbs up and headed out the door.

In addition to a flamingo (me), the downtown-bound N I was on had among its riders a dragon, an ice cream cone, a man in a Speedo, two cans of La Croix, several makeshift superheroes and a team of wrestlers in singlets.

When I got off the train my pal Trevor was waiting for me on the street above Montgomery Station and I handed over his costume, a spare elephant onesie I had lying around.

The two of us got in line in Coral A, stood for the National Anthem next to a taco and two jelly donuts and then off we went, bound for the breakers.

At the two-ish mile mark we spotted Bevan, Sid and Kari hanging out on Hayes Hill. We gave them hugs and gave us beer (and took pictures).

Trevor and I continued into the Panhandle and onto Golden Gate Park for the final stretch of our twelve kilometer run. We were passing the bison paddock when I remembered to call Bryan and wish him happy birthday.

A mile or so later we had made our way to Ocean Beach and the finish line.

After snagging a ton of free stuff from the finisher's area, T and I popped into a Lyft and rode it back to the Panhandle where we spent the whole day like it was college. We did shots with strangers, manned kegs in random backyards and were just generally next level morons. In fact, at different points in the day I had a bouquet of sunflowers tucked into my skirt, a unicorn hat on my head and someone else's grill on my bottom teeth.

I can't believe I waited seven whole years to partake in this incredibleness.

Oh also, the first item on my 40 Before 40 list has been marked complete.

My Mom Was There

My first job out of college was as a marketing intern at a theater production company in Chicago. During my time there The Color Purple had become a huge hit on Broadway and Oprah, who'd starred in the movie version of Alice Walker's novel, decided to bring it to the Windy City. Because she staged the production in one of the theaters that was run by my company, I ended up with four tickets to opening night, so my parents took the train in from Michigan to join Kelly and I in an audience that included Oprah (and Stedman), R. Kelly and Roger Ebert. Needless to say, my mom fell in love with the show and it was, forever after, a special memory we shared.

I like to think that my mom was there with us at the Orpheum Theatre last night when, during the first curtain call, an emotional Sidney turned to Bevan and pulled him into the tightest hug and said, "Thank you, dad."