Where does the good go

Summertime…in Spring!

Continuing the theme of the weekend, Saturday was also spent out “on the Island of Long,” not too far from where I had been the night before. J and I planned to spend the day with his best friend Jess (who is awesome in that not only is she a writer, she also shares my love of all things Suze Orman AND my fear of all disgusting animals) at the museum of natural history — but days and days of whining about how it was too nice a day to spend indoors, sucessfully resulted in a venue change to Eisenhower Park. This place was AMAZING! There was a huge lake, a golf course, softball fields and acres and acres of random woodland. We walked for hours and barely made it halfway around the lake. Okay, there might have been much meandering and bench sitting involved, but still.
But I am skipping ahead. First we had to get from Jess’ place to the park which only J as our guide. And that process went something like this:
“Dawn, it’s going to be the next exit.”
I proceed to start exiting the highway.
“Wait! No! It’s the next one.”
Repeat. Like FIVE times. Leading to the creation of “English next” vs. “J next.” Trust me, to convert between those two units of nexts involves imaginary number and heaving graphing. But we did finally make it out there.
The fine people at “Ike Park” provides each visitor with the opportunity to take a picture of the local wildlife…in this case, a turtle. It was perched so perfectly at the edge of the shore, that I was certain it was a statue of a turtle. But then it moved. And I screamed. And then took a picture:
Jess, who I seem to have infected with the blogging bug, describes the encounter: “we discovered a fairly smug turtle sunbathing. Yes, we took pictures. It had such a snooty stance.”
Though I think she prefers the snooty turtle to the geese that stole her KFC.
We had such a chill day, that we ended up walking the entire park without noticing — though we decided not to beat up a bunch of kids and take their swings…one of us did get in a tussle with a two year old over a cracker, though I won’t say who.
We ended up grabbing dinner at Friendly’s and then uneasily relying on J’s “visual memory” to get back to wherever the hell we had parked the car six hours earlier.
I’m not gonna lie…our faith was not strong…especially after he was all “when we get back, we should sit around the lake and watch the sunrise go down.”
“Babe, they have a word for that now.”
Afterwards, we drove out to her cousin’s place and hung out with her adorable fam.
“Hey, this is my friend Dawn,” she said introducing me to her cousin.
“Stand back, I smell terrible,” her cousin replied and we laughed.
Her cousin had two adorable kids and the youngest, a six year old boy beat up J, while the girl scarfed down her dinner before Jess could steal it. (Again, I am not going to say who tangled with the two year old over the cracker.)
As we piled back into teh car to head back to the City, I was all set to pull out the GPS.
“What are you doing? We don’t need the GPS. I have an excellent visual memory! I know the way home like the back of my hand,” J said showing me his palm.
“Gimmee that GPS right now!”
Ahhh, good times, good times.
I can’t wait for our fishing trip.

6 Responses to “Summertime…in Spring!”

  1. Javon Says:

    I am an independent… not republican. lol I still want to know did I get you home? lol

  2. Jess Says:

    Love it!! Great play by play. I”m at work smiling my face off. Let’s hope the new boss doesn’t see me and mistakenly conclude that I find my work fun.

  3. Karol Says:

    You’re dating a Republican?! Man, there definitely is a G-d.

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    You heard the man, he’s an INDEPENDENT! Oy.

  5. pearatty Says:

    As long as he’s not a libertarian.

  6. Javon Says:

    hey now… I am independent!!!

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