My whirlwind trip to/from Michigan with Miss Sodapop and her girls is ovah. Here’s a recap.

Thursday
Yay, the Red Wings kicked the Dallas Stars’ asses! Miss Sodapop, Josie and Chloe arrived during the game. While we were eating chili dip, Josie hopped up on the couch, with a hairball covered in cat yak that she had found somewhere. Sufficiently disgusted, dinner was over.

Friday
After a sleepless night, thanks to the effervescent Chloe (she ran from the living room, where Sodapop was “sleeping” to the bedroom where I was “sleeping” CONSTANTLY. Good thing she’s adorable), we crabbily hit the road. An on-the-go breakfast from Panera did wonders. We made it to MI about 3:30 p.m. and soon were on our way to dinner at the yummalicious Chinese place and then on to IKEA.

We also drove up and down a street about a mile from my parents’ house, because the guy that does their house painting said that the Red Wings goalie bought a Victorian that was purple. Well, there are about 5 houses with some purple on them … and come to find out, my dad thought it was closer to one street, where there are no Victorians at all. So the stalking trip was fruitless but fun.

That night, I think Sodapop and I went to bed about 10 p.m. TIRED! And thanks to many walks that day, Chloe and Josie slept too! Yay! Sodapop remarked that she really liked my parents. I told her they were being especially nice to each other because she was there. LOL

Saturday
After some running around in the a.m., Sodapop and I went over to my friend Jennifer’s house and then it was on to Comerica Park (I still want to call it Tiger Stadium). We got a sweet parking place, only a block from the stadium. That was good because the long walk was still to come — about 5 1/2 flights in all up to our seats. That fucking sucked. Four flights up to the 300 level then another flight and a half to our row. Bite me, Comerica Park! Our seats were a bit higher up than anticipated (four rows from the very top) and directly in the sun. Despite putting on sunscreen, we all ended up with light sunburns. The people around us were more entertaining than the game (at least for Jen and me) and there were some yummy, albeit married, men in front of us. I ate a kielbasa and some peanuts, drank a beer and two bottles of water, and did not argue when Sodapop was ready to leave in the sixth inning.

If you have ever been to downtown Detroit, you know that going home is never the same is getting there. Getting there is a breeze. Going home is FUCKED UP. Construction did not help matters. We ended up switching expressways about 5 times and drove through the ghetto (my dad called it the ghetto-lite, I guess that wasn’t even the really bad part of the city) before Jen cut across four lanes of traffic to get on 94W so we could get the fuck back to the suburbs.

The fresh air was exhausting, and after leftover Chinese food and brownies, we watched 2 periods of the Wings game (they fucking KICKED ASS again), an awesome Sci-Fi Channel movie with Ian Ziering as Hernando Cortes then went to bed. Despite going on many walks, Chloe was NOT tired. Ugh. Her jingling-jangling jumpiness kept waking me up. Good thing she’s cute.

Sunday
My mom wanted to go out for breakfast so we went to a family-owned place nearby. It was crowded and we had to wait forever, but the pancakes I had were fucking amazing. They even came with a pitcher of melted butter! OMG. Sodapop licked her plate clean while I was a lady and left some of my breakfast untouched. ;-D

The drive home was a bitch. It fucking poured for about 120 miles and then rained pretty much the rest of the way (290 miles in all). We got back to my place about 3:30; transferred stuff to my car to hers; then Miss Sodapop hit the road back to the Ville and I hit the hay for a nap.

Wheeee … what a whirlwind trip. I’m pooped. Sodapop took 177 pictures. I’m sure she’ll post some of them on her site …

∗ Posted by Monique on 05.11.2008
∗ Family, My life