Too short a weekend

Several weeks ago, our good friends, CPQ and MrCPQ, asked if we had Columbus Day weekend free.  We did, so plans were concocted to get our broods together once again.  No particular agenda, just an opportunity to spend some downtime together.

We figured Virginia Beach was about equidistant from our homes, so MrCPQ found a lovely rental house near the beach.  Heading out last Friday after the kids were out of school (and K could leave work), we suffered the slings and arrows of Friday night traffic on southbound I95.  But on the way, we received a text from CPQ saying they were already there and buying provisions for the weekend.

All the essentials.

And the kids’ response to this picture?

I think they were happy. Hard to tell.

So we finally arrived around 8:30 in the evening.

A panorama of the beach house main level, courtesy of my new iPhone5 – click to see it bigger

The view of the beach from the hammock on the top floor deck

No, this is not a PhotoShop effort. This is a huge fish sculpture located in the corner of the living room. Made of concrete. Covered in mismatched buttons. With A standing next to it for scale. Yeah.

The single negative about the house. One TV. In the whole place. And it was not high definition. Such first world problems.

As is typical of our get-togethers, most of our weekend revolved around making poor nutritional choices.  Not wanting to break tradition, this was our first order of business Saturday morning:

Ah, the Hot Light, how we love thee.

One of 3 boxes of doughnuts. Which all lasted less than 24 hours.

Since the temps on Saturday were in the mid eighties, we did get in some good beach time.

Not a lot of folks at the beach in October, even with summer-like weather.

Happy for one last summer-like day.

Happy to dig all day long

K and CPQ, happy to be together.

After  many hours of vitamin D production, it was time again to, well, eat.  MrCPQ and I had passed a quaint little seafood place on our trip back from Krispy Kreme.  Turns out that both he and K love this particular place.  So, for their sakes (and for expediency in making a decision), CPQ and I decided we would let them take everybody to dinner at this wonderful, hidden gem of culinary delight .

I. Kid. You. Not.

A happy camper.

MrCPQ dives in to deep-fried … something.

A’s best pirate look

The next day was a little more typical for October, weather-wise.  Which was actually fine, since there was plenty of football to be watched (yes, even in low-def).  Ironically, the day before we left, K’s work had given her two of the company’s tickets to the Redskins game.  Since we were obviously not going to make it, K gave the tickets to my brother and sister-in-law.  So while we were huddled around a 20″ low def  TV watching the game, my brother was here:

And these were Club Level seats.

By Sunday evening, we knew we had to do two things: eat (big surprise), and get the kids out of the house.  We found a theater nearby that was showing a kid-friendly movie.  It was also one of those theaters that serves real food (instead of just popcorn and nachos), with servers that take your order and bring food right to your theater seat.  Figuring this would be a great “two birds, one stone” arrangement, we ventured out.

A and J enjoyed being by themselves with “the big kids” JJ and Tommy

Travis, CPQ, MrCPQ, K and I waiting for our food.

After dinner, there was more football to watch and more junk food to eat.  And even though we only had one TV, there were plenty of entertainment options, courtesy of all electronic devices our two families brought to the beach, including:

  • 3 laptops
  • 4 iPads
  • 3 iPods
  • 3 iPhones
  • 2 Blackberries

Monday morning, we packed up everything (including the 15 charging plugs) and headed out.  But not without stopping for one final over-the top meal at a local pancake house.

There was an actual teepee in the back.

After gorging ourselves one last time, we headed our separate ways for home. It’s never enough time together.  But we’re already planning a next possible trip.

Finally, whenever we meet up with the CPQs, I take a picture of their son Tommy next to K to document how much he’s grown since the last time we were together.  Here’s a quick summary of the past several pics:

March 2011

July 2011

November 2011

October 2012. Did I mention he’s 13? And that K is 5’7″?

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4 Comments on “Too short a weekend”

  1. quotation marks Says:

    Balenced meals.
    What bait did you use for the red-headed “fish”?
    Only one TV: life is tough. (Check out the Garden of Eden comic I sent earlier.
    I had a lit if “fun” at VA Beach when you were really little.
    I used to love the winters at the beach there. A lot of people thought they could “hide” there among the absence of the crowds in the winter. Go figure.
    Long John Silver. I’ll have to try it someday.
    K: you better stand up straight. That boy may end up taller than you.
    What a theater; its own club seats.
    You brought the cool weather back with you.
    Let’s hope the NATS do better tomorrow, the crummy starting time and TV channel notwithstanding.

  2. CPQ Says:

    I love those pictures. Not just because they chronicle my gentle giant but because they represent years spent living life together with our favorite people. Thanks for hanging out with us.

    And I want a KK.

  3. miss V. Says:

    Wow, looks like a great time was had by all !!! I just LOVE your week-end get together food choices..We used to do that when we went to the cottage. (now, our house) so we can’t do it here..So we share with the grandkids when we go there..So many wonderful empty calories…

  4. whimzie Says:

    Oh, no! K’s shrinking!!

    Looks like a great time was had by all! So glad you all had the opportunity to make more memories!

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