My friends, our story begins a few weeks ago, when Ryan was informed that one of his buddies at work had taken a new job. On Friday evening, Ryan came home from work and told me all about the little farewell party they held for Toby at lunch that day, about how Toby cleaned out his desk, and left. The poor guy seemed so blue about it all. In an effort to comfort him I asked,
"Are you sad Toby left today?"
Ryan replied quite somberly with, "No. Toby's going to Boston for a week with his wife, and I just wish I was going to Boston for a week with my wife."
and then he said, "Do you want to go somewhere this weekend?"
I immediately replied, "YEAH I DO!" which is my response when Ryan asks me if I want to go anywhere, except for Best Buy, because Best Buy makes me feel sad.
We decided on Door County, which is a little over three hours north. Ryan spent a good chunk of Friday night looking for a hotel, and I giddily planned what to pack.
We were out the door and on the road by 10am the next day, and spent 3 fantastic hours together in the car. I love roadtrips with Ryan, because that's when we have our best talks. He entertained me with stories of his old camping trips in Door County ("It was too cold to play on the beach, so we mostly just burned stuff in the campfire") while I smiled like a goon, because we were going somewhere and I was a tiny bit slap-happy.
A little after 1pm we arrived at our hotel, and were pleasantly surprised to discover our room was roughly half the size of our entire apartment. We spent the next 24 hours exploring, eating, sitting by the fireplace, playing cards, and breathing fresh country air. It was hokey, and homey, and wintry, and cozy, and just what we needed. Thanks for the getaway, sweet Ryan. You're good to me.