Friday, July 28, 2006

Sleepover at the Mazzucas

Above photo: Peggy, Anjie, Mick, Patrick
(Note: Yeah, this is the kind of picture you get with an eight-year-old
at the camera and a blogger who doesn't know how to PhotoShop.)
After Mick's last final, back in early June, we packed up the rental car and drove through the night to Issaquah, WA. Driving up the I-5 corridor through the night in 2-3 hour shifts worked well for us; it cut down on a surplus of backseat conversations and potty pitstops from you-know-whom. My cousin Patrick, whom I haven't seen for about three years--I spent a good portion of my childhood free time with him and his brother Deric-- picked us up at the rental car company and took us to his home.

There, the kids played with Patrick and Peggy's kids, Nic and Zac (the Italian alphabet doesn't include a 'k', if I remember correctly, so I think this is how they spell their names). Dane and Aubrey loved Nic and Zac and asked if we could move near them.
Aunt Laurie, my mom's sister, brought her jammies up from Tacoma to join in the slumber party. We stayed up late catching up and talking about feminist and religious issues. The next morning, she and Peggy and I went for a brisk walk through the bun-firming hills of Peggy's neighborhood.
Early that afternoon Patrick drove Mick and the kids and me to our ship at the Seattle waterfront so we could head for Alaska.

Patrick and I were "Coach Commanders"/tour guides together our first summers in Alaska, when we were 23 and 22. We'd surprised each other by showing up at the Gray Line new hire meeting and both ended up going to Fairbanks. Needless to say, Patrick was excited I was getting to return to the Great White North.

I was excited he was heading to Texas in a week to see our other cousins, Chris and Karen, their spouses and children, and our Aunt Debbie and Uncle Lorren (mom and Laurie's brother).
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