This visit was only planned last Saturday, as we were groggily trying to acclimate ourselves to the eastern time zone. Did you know that Alaska is in it's own time zone? One hour further west of pacific standard time! Couple that with the fact that the sun gets up much later in our New Jersey apartment than it did in our cruiseship stateroom and you've got two people waking up at almost 10am. This is a huge deal for me. I'm usually up by 7:30 on the weekends.
I suppose that the idea for the visit was hatched a few weeks ago, when I said "we could go to Buffalo for labor day weekend." While on the cruise, boyfriend said "I looked at flights for next weekend, we should book tickets soon." Come Saturday, boyfriend was sitting at his computer and booking the 8pm flight for Friday night. Why the ticket says we take off at 8:01 and get to Buffalo at 10:05 is beyond me. The flight is only an hour. Those airlines are padding their time to make me feel better when we land "early" at 9:45, even though we took off 45 minutes late. I'm not fooled airlines!
Moving on... Other than spending time with my parents (who I haven't seen since Christmas) and boyfriends parents (who I can't remember when I saw them last!), we have no plans for our little weekend getaway. It will probably involve getting a Ted's hotdog while drinking an overly sweet loganberry, chowing down on some John and Mary's chicken tenders while eyeing up Nina's ice cream across the street and driving by the now empty lot that used to hold the Swiss Chalet, wiping a tear from my eye.
Oh yes, there will be cobbler too. I have a text message confirmation. Bring on Friday!
And they're pretending to be little old eastern European ladies...