Make-up Blog for Tuesday

Pretend you are reading this on Tuesday, July 24th. That way I'll have accomplished my goal of keeping up with the blog every day. Unfortunately, the place we stayed in East Greenbush, NY (just south of Albany), while very nice, did not have WiFi. We knew a trip to Best Buy for a cable was in order, but we got it done one day too late. Oh well.

Tuesday was a simple day--slept in, enjoyed a breakfast of waffles, cereal, and fruit, then made the 4-1/2 hour drive from Buffalo to Albany. The only wrinkle was the incorrect directions we downloaded from Mapquest to get to our hotel. It was one of those deals where we knew that the map clearly showed East Greenbush on the south side of Albany, but the Mapquest directions had us taking 90 North. So we're driving and having this discussion, "We're through the toll booth and I have to make a decision right now. Are we supposed to go north or south?" "The directions say to go north on 90." "I know that, but clearly East Greenbush is on the south side, right on 90. I have to make a decision now, where are we going?...Where are we going?...Which way should I go?!" "It says 90 south!"

Fortunately, we only went about 20 miles before we decided the directions had to be wrong. We called the hotel number and indeed, the directions would have been correct if we had gone south on 90. Right about then was when I gave myself the "screw the directions, trust your instincts" speech. Hey, what could go wrong there, you know?

Only three quick things about this day:

1. We found a town on the way called Halfmoon, which made us think of Chris Krohn. Only a few of you will appreciate that, and it's better that way. Some inside jokes need to stay inside.

2. The hotel was very nice. The yahoos enjoyed the pool, which they utilized for about 3 hours. I know the picture of Braden makes it look like we hit the nightclub in the hotel, but seriously, there wasn't one...otherwise we might have. Nothing like knocking back a pint then eating Chinese!

3. We decided to slum it a bit and ate supper at a Chinese buffet. Every single Chinese buffet in North America must be owned by the same Chinese man, because the menu, buffet setup, and prices are the same everywhere. This one did have one crazy wrinkle, however--Jello on the dessert line, which Brenna decided to eat with her fingers. Now that is rollicking good fun. Is that how you spell rollicking? Maybe it's rollocking. Or maybe rallicking. Or maybe rauillocking.

Hmmm...