After we finally got my dad's car back (its starter had died on Wednesday, but fortunately we still had my mom's car to move stuff) we got on the road. We stopped at a big outlet place in North Carolina to pick up cigarettes for people back home, since they cost $20 per carton in the South, as opposed to about $50 in New York. We spent Friday night at my aunt Jean's house just outside Washington - this was probably the first time in at least four years that I had seen any of my extended family. How little do I see them? As we were driving up, I was actually wondering which side of the family aunt Jean was on. But anyway, we all had a good time, and we got on the road early Saturday morning.
We arrived about 2:00 Saturday afternoon, and the rest of the day went quietly. I saw Ryan at the video store, and he actually gave a sign that he wants to grow - he now wants to move out of his parents' house. He's targeting next fall for this, once he starts teaching, but it's amazing that he actually wants to somewhat start acting like an adult.
As for last night, I went to a bar called Lily Flanagans over in Islip. (non-Long Island readers: that's on the opposite shore of the Island from where I live.) I stayed until about 2:00 in the morning, mainly because the band (Phillip the Meatbox) was so good, but also to ensure both beers were totally cleared from my system before I drove back. I like the room, I liked the mix of people, I liked how easy it was to find, and I'm sure I'll be back there sometime before I head to Ballston Spa. While I'll admit that I didn't quite get everything I wanted (I leave that statement to the interpretation of the reader), I had a great time, and it felt a hell of a lot better than sitting at home watching a movie or sleeping.