This weekend’s getaway trip was a breath of fresh air. It had been too long since we got away and were able to just be. To just be a couple, to explore, to relax, to have fun. ( I forgot to say we also saw a 100-year-old shipwreck!) To not talk about construction details, to-do lists and decisions needing to be made. I forgot how much fun we have together, how I truly love talking about political, racial or cultural issues with AdRi, and how much we laugh together. This little story is about laughing. And how juvenile I can be.
In Astoria, there is a home furnishings store, Hunt’s, complete with a large painted sign on a main wall coming into town. We were driving around in the drizzly rain, getting our bearings straight, and had driven by Hunt’s several times. I told AdRi that I heard that Michael owned that store. Also known as Mike. It took a few times of me talking about Mike, when AdRi became confused and asked who Mike was. “Mike who?” I said. “Mike Hunt” she said. “Who?” I asked again. “Mike Hunt, Mike Hunt, Mike Hunt” she said, finally at the last pronunciation finally getting it. In the meantime I was laughing so hard I was crying, just like I was 12 years old all over again.
To think we’ve been together ten years and I’ve never pulled that one on her. Good times, weekend getaways, good times.