A Weekend Away
by Anonymous
Nothing fancy. Just a road trip to Regina, Saskatchewan. I'd never been to North Dakota (I know), and it didn't take me long, with an atlas in the backseat, to figure out that I was going to see most of it.
Matt was the best man in a wedding up dere this past weekend and driving was the least sane/most affordable option. We buddied up with an usher from the wedding and packed the car with everything you need for rain, snow, sun and a special occasion.
We left on Thursday night as the storm set in. Roads were terrible and visibility was minimal for most of Minnesota and North Dakota, but the air inside the car was filled with humor and optimism. I can't think of two guys I'd rather make the trek with, their attitudes filled with perseverance even when we were whited out or struggled to keep a consistent speed of 35 mph.
The trip there was marked by lame stories we all had time for, tiny towns, big sky, good music, fast food and a difficult border crossing. It turns out Matt is flagged at the border (it couldn't be a more innocent reason) and we got to know the border patrol staff more intimately than we had time for. We arrived in time to pull ourselves together, looking mildly presentable for the rehearsal and dinner.
Before long, it was time to turn around again and head home!
The wedding was lovely and the couple so happy, but most of my memories from the weekend are kept in a Toyota creeping through cornfields. I would try to sleep, curling up in the back and drifting off, then would wake to hear good friends up front deep in all kinds of words and memories. Sometimes the longest routes and most inconvenient paths become great adventures and opportunities for reconnecting and discovering.
I spent all kinds of time with Matt and his friends. I heard great stories about the bride and groom, things I'd never known about them. I confirmed that Matt is good at giving toasts and can make anyone laugh. I learned that the Canadian border patrol aren't messing around and that I'm more awkward playing blackjack in an actual casino than at my own kitchen table. (Virtual horse racing is more my style.) I am now certain that I love sleep. I now know that Girl Scout Cookies are called Girl Guide Cookies in Canada (which will stick with me since I thought they were saying Girl Guy Cookies.) I have confirmed that I never turn down an Arby's Roast Beef, but that they lose their luster and I miss the gym after a few. I discovered the northern plains, snowy and sunny.
Matt was the best man in a wedding up dere this past weekend and driving was the least sane/most affordable option. We buddied up with an usher from the wedding and packed the car with everything you need for rain, snow, sun and a special occasion.
We left on Thursday night as the storm set in. Roads were terrible and visibility was minimal for most of Minnesota and North Dakota, but the air inside the car was filled with humor and optimism. I can't think of two guys I'd rather make the trek with, their attitudes filled with perseverance even when we were whited out or struggled to keep a consistent speed of 35 mph.
The trip there was marked by lame stories we all had time for, tiny towns, big sky, good music, fast food and a difficult border crossing. It turns out Matt is flagged at the border (it couldn't be a more innocent reason) and we got to know the border patrol staff more intimately than we had time for. We arrived in time to pull ourselves together, looking mildly presentable for the rehearsal and dinner.
Before long, it was time to turn around again and head home!
The wedding was lovely and the couple so happy, but most of my memories from the weekend are kept in a Toyota creeping through cornfields. I would try to sleep, curling up in the back and drifting off, then would wake to hear good friends up front deep in all kinds of words and memories. Sometimes the longest routes and most inconvenient paths become great adventures and opportunities for reconnecting and discovering.
I spent all kinds of time with Matt and his friends. I heard great stories about the bride and groom, things I'd never known about them. I confirmed that Matt is good at giving toasts and can make anyone laugh. I learned that the Canadian border patrol aren't messing around and that I'm more awkward playing blackjack in an actual casino than at my own kitchen table. (Virtual horse racing is more my style.) I am now certain that I love sleep. I now know that Girl Scout Cookies are called Girl Guide Cookies in Canada (which will stick with me since I thought they were saying Girl Guy Cookies.) I have confirmed that I never turn down an Arby's Roast Beef, but that they lose their luster and I miss the gym after a few. I discovered the northern plains, snowy and sunny.
posted by Anonymous at 10:50 PM
1 Comments:
Heard about the great adventure to Canada and back! However, your interpretation of it all was a little more descriptive than from Matt...thanks for sharing!!!!
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