And a few photos from our evening on the town, celebrating the half marathon we had run earlier in the day...
That's Halle (Coral's daughter) and Marcus (Halle's boyfriend). They both live in Seattle and came to hang out with us for the evening.
Coral, happily proving my husband wrong after coming across a shuttle service employee (she was quite confident there was a shuttle service in the tiny town of Leavenworth, which resulted in my disbelieving husband cracking jokes all day long about the shuttle service being out front to pick up Coral).
Dinner (man, food tastes magical after running 13.1 miles).
And then we started bar hopping (it was Octoberfest in Leavenworth, so there was a lot of hopping to be done).
Dang, I love that man (and if it's possible, I think he might love me even more).
Onto bar #2.
I have no clue what the expression on Josh Down's face was all about, but it made me laugh.
And apparently, it made him laugh too.
Twas' about this time we put my husband in charge of Coral's husband (who was thoroughly enjoying himself) and minus the half dozen times when he convinced Jeremy to give him a piggyback ride (not one of those rides ended successfully), he did a pretty good job.
And then we ended up at this cool little joint listening to music.
On our way out of Bar #2, I heard Josh holler, "I found Waldo!" and turned around to see him having his photo taken with (a guy dressed up like) Waldo, and some of Waldo's friends.
And then we were on our way to Bar #3, after another failed piggyback attempt.
This girl thought my drinking efforts were sub-par, so she stood in line and ordered me a couple of Jello shots (I couldn't count how many years it's been since I had done a Jello shot).
And this guy thought we hadn't eaten enough for dinner.
And these two thought it was time to cut a rug.
Then the swelling under both of my big toenails (I have weenie toenails that get blisters underneath them when I run too much and the swelling causes my nails to throb, turn black, and fall off) got too bad for me to do anymore walking (or dancing), so Josh Downs and I called it a night and found a taxi to take us back to the room we rented while everyone else headed off to Bar #4.
Was a very good night (and a very good day) nonetheless.