August 9th
Addi had cheer camp every day, so she was up and gone early in the morning before we got up. I remember at some point we went grocery shopping for the stuff we wanted to send home. Cereal, gravy mix, jello, etc And also last minute "fixes" for the few days we had left. Pizza rolls, Pot pie, toaster strudels...things we can't send to ourselves in the mail, but can't get back home and need to enjoy now. Those were our breakfasts and lunches while we were at Shasta's house. Then we'd go out for dinner for our other "fixes". Saltgrass steakhouse for DH, a Mexican restaurant for all of us except A, and Indian for E and me. We'd go out to eat ourselves, and then take A to mcDonalds. While on vacation, everyone gets to eat what they like. It's no fun if you are starving, and we all have different tastes, so if we have to go to 2 or 3 different places, that's what we do. EVERYONE gets to enjoy meals. Fortunately, most of us are on the same page and A is easy to please. There's usually a McDonalds in any town of more than a few thousand people. In Denver, there are dozens of them.
I don't know what we did during the day. I know at some point I had to mail the box of Girl Scout Cookies, which I'm not even sure now that I mentioned buying cookies from my niece and having an entire box...like 20 boxes of cookies, to take home with us. Worried about the weight of the suitcases, I mailed them home with some jello mix, twizzlers, gravy mix, and a puzzle. I LOVE twizzlers and wish I could get them here. That's always on my list and I get the massive packages with the zipper close. I get several of them to last me until I can get my next fix. And I remember that my phone had lied to me about where the post office was...it had moved and my good friend google hadn't updated. I had to go into several businesses and ask where the nearest post office was and how to get there.
But I THINK we started off this morning with going to Dunkin Donuts to try and find chocolate-filled donuts. (Not to be confused with Chocolate Filled, donuts, which are totally different and people didn't seem to grasp this concept) A LOVES chocolate-filled ones. Not cream-filled donuts with chocolate frosting; not custard-filled donuts with chocolate icing; not chocolate donuts with any kind of filling. No, he wants a regular donut with chocolate filling, like nutella on the inside. It can have white icing or chocolate icing, but he wants the inside to be chocolate! We had been unable to find these anywhere so far. We have Dunkin Donuts here in the Netherlands now in a few places, and they have 2 different kinds with chocolate filling. So we figured that was the place to go. My husband had wanted to go to some computer store to get a part for the computer he was going to build. So we found a DD on the way. The kids were still back at Shasta's house sleeping. We went to DD, grabbed some breakfast sandwiches that were absolutely disgusting and got thrown away, and got a powdered donut with chocolate filling. Not exactly what A wanted, but it was the closest thing they had. Then we went to the computer store, got DH's cord, and then went back to Shasta's. I think most of the day was probably just spent gossiping and reminiscing. I learned several things about classmates I hadn't known, and we told lots of stories we had never told each other. She and I have always been friends, but there was a period, I think in our Junior year, where she got to be friends with a girl I didn't get along with at all. I thought she was kind of bad news. She had two older twin sisters who had a horrible reputation, and they were all on the speech and debate team with us. I think the only reason they joined was for the possibility of meeting cute boys and being away from their parents. None of them were very good at speech and debate and they weren't particularly motivated...it was more the social interaction with boys from other schools who didn't know them that attracted them. They were constantly getting in trouble for not being where they were supposed to be, for being late, for inappropriate behavior, etc...
My mom was extremely strict and her punishments were harsh. 1 time ever in my life of being 15 minutes late because I had to stop at a gas station for a bathroom resulted in a 3 week grounding. I wasn't allowed to wear makeup, my curfew was dark, and my mom believed people shouldn't date until their 30s. I was allowed to hang out in groups that included boys when I turned 17, provided it wasn't always the SAME boy, because that was dating and not allowed. I couldn't afford to get mixed up with this girl and her sisters, so when Shasta started hanging out with her, I kind of kept my distance. We ran in different circles, but we were always friends. And she never wanted me to get in trouble, so she protected me from that. When we were graduating, there was a big Senior party my classmates were planning, out in the middle of nowhere where the cops couldn't bust them, and they had someone who would buy them alcohol. There were some kids who I knew didn't really like me and they were for some reason angling really hard to get me to come to this party when I had never been invited to a party before, and I would never have gone even if I had been invited. It wasn't worth my mother's wrath. I was completely unpopular...the only senior in school on senior skip day because my mom wouldn't let me skip. I could tell something was up, but I didn't know what. Shasta came up to me in the halls and said under NO circumstances was I to go to the senior party! She had just overheard the kids talking and they were planning to get the guys to hold me down while they poured alcohol down my throat because they thought it would be funny to get me drunk. I had no intentions of going anyway, but it was sweet of Shasta to protect me. Anyway, she was more popular than I was, and so she had a lot of stories to tell, and we had fun reminiscing about all the things our classmates had gotten up to since high school. I was also a little surprised by how much her MOM knew about things. I know we talked until really late that night, just remembering things we had done in school, teachers who had been horrible to us, stupid things classmates did, etc.
Dinner that night was a Mexican place. It was really good and really inexpensive. One of Shasta's faves, I guess, and I can see why!
Looks like the first picture is my tostada with chicken, and the next one might be my enchilada? The one below my tostada seems to be fajitas....I think E ordered those, and then our plan was to share everything. I'm pretty sure my husband ordered a burrito, but I don't have a picture. And I don't know what Shasta's crew had. Sometimes it's hard to tell with Mexican food what's under all the lettuce, beans, rice, etc. I do remember E getting some sort of a Mexican soda, orange flavored. Google says Jarritos Mandarin. Addi had gotten one and Ella doesn't like most carbonated drinks. She likes Rootbeer, and occassionally cherry 7up, or cherry pepsi, but carbonated drinks often taste bitter to her, so she has a hard time in restaurants. She likes juice, but it's usually more expensive and no free refills. She likes lemonade, but found that a lot of the lemonade in restaurants had a weird after-taste. She was glad to find a drink she liked.
I took this from upstairs in Shasta's house looking down on her mom and the girls.
That's it...sorry, I know most of this probably isn't interesting to anyone. It's just us hanging out.