I promised I'd write about this, so I'd better get it over with now.
I haven't had so much fun in a long time... on Wednesday Cory and I went to Beau Thai for dinner. If you like Thai food, or even if you don't... their Pad Thai is to die for. I ate until I was full and then I kept on eating because I loved it so much. Then I think we went to bed, anticipating an early morning.
Thursday... we tried to leave early, really we did... we tried for like 4am but we were probably an hour or so late because we were hungry but nothing was open. We were supposed to bring brunch for everyone but we couldn't find any places here... planning ahead is a good idea. I'll plan ahead to plan ahead next time. Anyway, we left at about five, stopped at 7-11 (don't eat anything there, or drink their coffee. They're only good for their candy and Slurpees) and then at McDonalds... there was somewhere else I think but now I can't remember... and then we set off. We got to Redmond at about 8 or 8:30 because we stopped in Terrebonne at the grocery store in a desperate and unsuccessful last attempt to find brunch. Then we visited, ate turkey, got recipes for things, I crocheted, we watched Shrek and Legally Blonde, divided Christmas ornaments so I can have a tree now... It was a nice, relaxing day. And at the end of it, the most important part about the visit was that everybody likes Cory, and he likes everybody. I don't think anybody knows what a weight off my shoulders that is. It makes me excited for the future.
Friday: We spent a few more hours visiting, I made my old high-school choir dress into a fancy skirt to go with my corset (now all I need is a fancy dress-up occasion - it's WAY formal), and we left. But not before Mom stopped me and told me what her worries were with Cory. Maybe I'll share them later if anyone cares. Maybe I won't. We'll see. At any rate, they're not incredibly important.
So we drove a few hours up to Yakima, I saw all of Cory's old haunts, and then the next day we visited with Cory's "grandparents" (really great-aunt and -uncle) and in their orchards. I know a few people know this, but I'll say it anyway: I am totally in love with orchards. I've wanted to get married in an orchard for a loooong time. The thing is, it has to be after the leaves have changed. Yes, I'm weird. Anyway, we spent time with the second cousins and their daughter as well. That was probably the best day - we spent three hours walking around eating the cold apples that were left on the trees after the harvest and picking our way through the sagebrush back behind the cultivated places. It got stormy that night, which was a perfect end to the day.
Sunday we drove home. There wasn't much to that... first we looked at Ellensburg so Cory could look at where he spent part of his childhood again. Then I was in a bad mood for some reason. Then we read Rebecca, which I encourage everyone to do. Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier. It's pretty famous, actually. Go ask your mom about it.