Anticipation

Tomorrow we reconvene where last fall six great friends converged in the "wilderness", for rollicking, frolicking fun times, with the responsibilities of parenthood left behind at home, with a sweet five-star cabin, a hot tub, many bottles of adult libations and nothing but time on our side.

I am eager.

These weekend escapades tend to come few and far between for most parents. Hot Wife and I are lucky, the grateful beneficiaries of the greatest grand-parents our children could ever want to spend a weekend with.

So for the second time in three weeks, we leave our brood behind as we wander off to indulge, hiccup, I mean over-indulge, in all things food and drink, fun and laughter, again with the same cast of characters with whom we last shared a luxurious log cabin in the middle of not quite nowhere, but close.

I don't yet know what the weekend holds, because really, who can ever predict the predicaments that six, let's face it, drunk friends can find themselves in over 48 hours spent in each other's company.

But I will say this, by the time we return early Sunday afternoon, we will be water-logged from having logged far too much time in the hot tub.

Happy trails.