There is no followup report. The B Gal lost all interest when she went on the “Girls’ Getaway” with 3 daughters in law and 3 granddaughters (2 were MIA—both in Chicago at wedding).
SO LET’S TALK MAN-CATION AND GIRLS’ GETAWAY, OK???????
We definitely need to do this again! We all had so much fun and when we analyzed why…. the concensus was that we didn’t have to wait on any needy men or boys! We have all failed the grade there by doing TOO MUCH for the males in our family. We have created Needy Men-Monsters…we did it to ourselves.
They had their own man-cation at Maplewood campground on Lake Lida. They had a gourmet supper prepared by my oldest son (chicken breasts wrapped in bacon with barbecue sauce marinade cooked on a grill)
Also had a pretty good gourmet breakfast the next morning(youngest grandson declared Uncle D’s eggs and bacon were divine…eggs cooked in the bacon grase)…but they got rained on in the night and not just a little shower…the tenters got damp and the van sleepers get awakened by the pelting rain. ( except for the one who had ear phones to his I Pod all night) Oldest son— who says he had claustrophobia— came to the farm in the morning looking a bit haggard….only 2 hours of sleep he said, all bunched up in the back of his SUV …spent night gazing up at car ceiling which was much to close to him for comfort. He departed for the quiet bed in the basement where he made up for lost sleep time in camp. The rest showed up in the early afternoon where they took up their man-cation again…playing “Autos” a game they invented years ago and which is played on their old ball diamond on a field west of our bluff. Then it was campfire time and roasted things- time but that was not enough, AND SINCE THEIR MOTHER WAS NOT HERE TO WAIT ON THEM….they all went into the Subway and ordered footlong sandwiches. By Saturday evening when I arrived home, there were two left at the farm…one son and one grandson who immdediately asked me what was there to eat? So I ended my Girls’ Getaway by scrambling eggs and toasting bread for the hungry and helpless ONE. I told him I was not able to make a turkey dinner so he would have to settle for eggs and toast. He was happy with it.
THE GIRLS’ GETAWAY was fabulous!!! Three generations of our family went to Johnny Carino’s on Friday night…then on to West Acres so the 3 teenage girls could get pictures taken in the photo booths there. Remenbering my days in photo booths at dime stores I was shocked to learn it now cost 5 bucks. I used to spend 25 cents for my dimestore photos! There has been a lot of water under the bridge since then…and a lot of dollars going over the bridge I guess. The pictures looked a lot like the ones my girlfriends and I used to take—one nice smiling one; one making making awful faces, one with fingers under noses a’ la’ Hitler Mustache, and one more smiling one (where they were all gorgeous.)
3 adult girls paid 10 bucks for the water massage special on Friday and boy… was that relaxing. 15 whole minutes getting your entire dorsal side massaged..feet and all. I was so relaxed I nearly fell out of the water massage machine. On to a new shop for women in the old Walgreens’ space. The three teenage girls spent an hour trying on things and finally deciding on some new tops. Then on to the film rental place where “chick flicks” were chosen,
I only lasted through the first one and staggered off to my comfortable bed in a very dark room where I did not wake til 10:30 the following mornings. I was summopned to make the promised Swedish pancakes and home-made syrup. We had fresh strawberries and whipped cream for crepes and syrup for regular pancakes.
Two daughters in law had already made a run to Caribou Coffee for big cups of gourment coffee! Oh it tasted heavenly! And the pancakes were much appreciated also.
We all declared we must do it again…at least twice a year from now on. I do not know how the Men felt about another man-cation but it would have to be under rainless conditions, I think (like inside a cabin or house).
We thought about the Holiday times when the Man-cation could be totally football game oriented…..like over New Years’ week. I would hate to come home after that…..I think I would have to clean for a week or more to get al the chip crumbs, stray popcorn kernels cleaned up and that says nothing about a sinkful of dirty glasses and other crockery…and crumbled pop cans. I would hope there would not be anything burned onto the stove or stuff spilled on floors and rugs….but when Guys get together, keeping a place neat is not a priority. Neither is making beds I have learned after looking upstairs on Saturday.
The main priority would be like the 7- year old who described the perfect girl to marry: “She would have to be a good cook and keep the chips and beers coming”
And make scrambled eggs and toast on demand!!!!