Return to reality

*ugh* I now remember why I hate long trips away from home.

If we didn't do the camping thing, I think it would have been okay. But Friday boyfriend and I went to Prescott Valley to meet up with the matchmakers. Early evening, we headed up to Blue Ridge Reservoir. Setup camp, and called it a night.

Then Saturday was a whole day on the boat on the lake. Everyone but the baby was sunburned. So after a long day of hot high altitude sun and beer drinking, we were spent. Then boyfriend got knocked off the boat and fell into the lake. But an evening of steaks, lightning watching, good music, and wine.

But Sunday morning came.

No hangovers, but very sore arms and backs from sunburn. But we have to pick up the camp, and head back to Prescott Valley. Matchmakers whined about how they like having us come to visit, and we can't leave until we have a beer or two. We finally got on the road around 1:45 PM.

Boyfriend goes one way back to CA, and I go the crappy way along I-17. I get 10 miles down the interstate, when I see signs that there's an accident ahead, and be prepared to stop. Yes, accidents are so common on this freeway and with nowhere to go, there's a system to inform you of impending hell. Slow creeping traffic with periodic stops for the next TWO AND HALF hours.

So a three and half hour trip turned into five and half hours. Welcome back to reality.

Need to have a beer, and off to bed. Dentist appointment at 7 in the morning tomorrow.

Suppose I should setup the coffeemaker first with my toothbrush next to it.