Tuesday, December 03, 2013
I got an e-mail from my brother back sometime in October. He asked me if I was feeling adventurous and wanted to fly with him to see our favorite band, Guster, perform in New York City some special commemorative concerts, over Thanksgiving weekend. He said we could fly, see the show, and then just sleep in the airport and head back home on the next available flight.
At first, I said sure. But then after checking the price of airfare, trying to find tickets from third parties for the sold out shows and insisting on staying in a hotel it was obvious that the plan wasn't going to pan out. So, I e-mailed him. I told him that I'd give him the weekend and asked him where he wanted to go.
He said: The Ocean.
After a week or so of plotting, we told Haley about our plan. After a little more convincing, she was in and #siblingagogo13 was born.
Haley and Willie met me at my house at 6:00 am (I'm so thankful for punctual siblings!) and we were off on our adventure. With as few stops as possible, we made it to the ocean on Friday night, just in time to see the sun setting. We stayed at the Shorebreak Inn right off the pier on Huntington Beach and with our balcony door open, could feel the ocean air and hear the waves crashing on the beach.
It was one of the best trips I've ever been on. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard, or sang so loudly to the radio. I love my sister and brother so much. They are two of my bestus friends and, especially with Willie leaving in a few months for Lithuania, the timing couldn't have been more perfect. It's funny how, when the three of us are together, we just sort of flow. We all like enough of the same stuff, and enough of the same food, that there aren't a lot of questions. We just get up and go and everything worked perfectly. We couldn't have asked for a better weekend - weather, traffic, company, food, surfers.
So much fun.