GoldFishy and me. More pix below the fold.
Friday afternoon, we pretty much sat around talking all day, which is a rare treat, since we live so far apart. When Iain got home from work, we went out to dinner at a local place—and, on our way there, the sky was absolutely glorious, and we were greeted by a spectacularly vivid double rainbow.
After dinner, we went back to Shakes Manor and watched Olympics until we were all falling asleep where we sat.
The next morning, we decided to go to Indiana Dunes. We all piled in the car, including Dudley and Zelda, who basically think that Uncle GoldFishy and Uncle Cappy are the greatest dudes ever.
I died one million times of cute.
After Iain and I finally figured how the fuck to get there after not having been in an age, we walked to the dog-friendly part of the beach and went for a long stroll. (Which might have been even longer if my chondritis were not a garbage monster that conspires to ruin everything always.) It was SUCH A SUPER GORGEOUS DAY! The temperature was perfect, the breeze was perfect, the sky was perfect, the water was perfect—if we could have specifically requested a day to spend together, we would have asked for precisely that day. We all felt extremely grateful for the gift we'd been given by the universe.
After the beach, we spent the afternoon playing Yahtzee! and Apples to Apples, and we ate fully one million chips with two thousand gallons of salsa. Then, in the evening, we went to see The Dark Knight Rises, which GoldFishy and The Captain hadn't seen yet. And then, because Tom Hardy, we talked in Bane Voices and laughed and laughed.
Thank you for coming to visit, my friends.