*a McGarrah, Monahan, Newton, and Wineinger hybrid
Eight people spending a three day weekend together can be a recipe for disaster. Staying in a single bedroom with four double beds while sharing a tiny kitchen and tinier bathroom makes it even more likely to fall apart. Anticipating a sun-filled weekend of outdoor play only to experience cold rain ought to have been the final straw. The fact that these seven friends embraced the disappointment and close quarters with grace and humor is exactly why I love them so dearly. Continue reading
Missouri – May 2015
*In Dante’s Inferno, the lowest circles of hell are frozen.
A couple months ago, Emily and I decided to meet up halfway between Dallas and Peoria. That meant southern Missouri, and Emily quickly suggested we bring more of our friends and have a Memorial Day Weekend float trip extravaganza. There were eight of us in total, and on Saturday morning we sat around the table in our rented cabin/one-bedroom-apartment checking our weather apps.
“It’s 55 degrees now,” Emily said, “but it’s supposed to get warmer as the day goes on. It’ll even get up to 80!”
“It’s raining,” Abby said, pointing at the window.
“It’s supposed to stop raining,” Emily assured us. Continue reading