The weekends my brothers and their wives come to town are always very full of sarcasm (my family’s favorite form of humor). Nobody is very insecure, so we poke fun and merrily disagree about everything from food to medical to politics to the proper length of shorts. Sometimes my parents wish we all agreed on some things, but that’s what they get for being so good at teaching us to think and research and make mistakes for ourselves.
Since Ryan had to work much of Saturday, I drove up to my parents on my scooter to hang out for the day. My brothers immediately ‘handed in their man card’ and took the scooter joyriding about twice an hour. Later the stories came about what that scooter is capable of. Apparently it can get up to 70mph going down an epic nearby hill. Going flat with one large male onboard it can get up to 49mph, and gets air coming off speed bumps. With two 20 something males it just barely makes it around the block at full throttle. (I wish we had a picture).
We went down to a beach on the Puget Sound to walk along the water. It was almost a warm day.
Caleb had 9 stiches in his leg from a clumsy moment a couple weeks ago. They needed to come out, and Mom and Grace decided it would be good for Grace practice with her tweezers and tiny blue scissors. It was great family entertainment.
It was also Grace’s 21st birthday week, so we went out for a drink. We made lots of jokes about having to carry her back home afterwards…but unfortunately for a 21 fun run, we all one-or-two drink people. We took her to the whiskey bar 9 Million in Unmarked Bills (or according to one person in our party, 90 Billion Bills and Dollars of Money). Then very early the next morning (who makes 7:45am breakfast reservations?) we were up and out at a favorite hipster cafe for a Father’s Day Breakfast, church, and then off to see the classic yacht show.