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canyonwalkerThanksgiving triplog #4
Manassas, VA · Sat, 22 Nov 2025. 9:15pm.
It's been a busy day today. We arrived early this morning on a red-eye flight having gotten maybe one hour of sleep, ate breakfast in a convenience store parking lot, and met friends for lunch and took a nap in a thrift store parking lot. And that was all before 3pm. Since then we've driven 45 minutes to another city, met more friends, had another meal with them, and then driven another 45 minutes around the metro area to where we've checked into our hotel for the next 4 nights.
Our dinner hosts this evening were Joe and Adriane, another pair of Hawk's friends from college. It's great that she has close friends she's kept in touch with. I've lost touch with all of mine. We met them at their house in Silver Spring, Maryland, where we've visited a number of times before. In fact the last time we saw them was pretty much this same day last year. ...Not the same numerical date but precisely "the Saturday before Thanksgiving".
Last year we went out to dinner at a nearby pub with Joe and Adriane, where I imagined my father may literally have drank beer with his college chums in the 1960s. But this year there was no pub-going. For one, Hawk didn't like their food. For another, I was still feeling fazed from a nearly sleepless night and didn't want to risk the sleepiness caused by even one drink of alcohol. So we ordered in Italian food and pizza and I passed even on the beer and liquor they offered me in the house. Me playing it safe turned out to be important because it allowed to spend several hours with them, chatting amiably in their living room, and still drive another 45 minutes on to our hotel for the night.
Now we're at our hotel for the night— tonight and the next 3 nights, too— in Manassas, Virginia, in the suburbs well west of Washington, D.C. What's in Manassas? you might ask unless you're from the area or are a Civil War buff. Well, for us, there's really nothing in Manassas. Like where we stayed on our pre-Thanksgiving trip last year it's a hotel location we picked because it's centrally located between places we planned to visit in the next few days. Though with a bunch of my relatives ghosting our texts and/or saying, "Sorry, something came up" I'm not sure how many of those plans will materialize into actual visits.
Anyway, it's late now, Or, rather, it feels late. It's 9:15pm and I am crashing, hard. The weight of last night's red-eye is really hitting me now. The parking lot nap I took this afternoon recharged me just enough to make it through dinner. But now my battery indicator is blinking "2%". Time to get to bed.
Manassas, VA · Sat, 22 Nov 2025. 9:15pm.
It's been a busy day today. We arrived early this morning on a red-eye flight having gotten maybe one hour of sleep, ate breakfast in a convenience store parking lot, and met friends for lunch and took a nap in a thrift store parking lot. And that was all before 3pm. Since then we've driven 45 minutes to another city, met more friends, had another meal with them, and then driven another 45 minutes around the metro area to where we've checked into our hotel for the next 4 nights.
Our dinner hosts this evening were Joe and Adriane, another pair of Hawk's friends from college. It's great that she has close friends she's kept in touch with. I've lost touch with all of mine. We met them at their house in Silver Spring, Maryland, where we've visited a number of times before. In fact the last time we saw them was pretty much this same day last year. ...Not the same numerical date but precisely "the Saturday before Thanksgiving".
Last year we went out to dinner at a nearby pub with Joe and Adriane, where I imagined my father may literally have drank beer with his college chums in the 1960s. But this year there was no pub-going. For one, Hawk didn't like their food. For another, I was still feeling fazed from a nearly sleepless night and didn't want to risk the sleepiness caused by even one drink of alcohol. So we ordered in Italian food and pizza and I passed even on the beer and liquor they offered me in the house. Me playing it safe turned out to be important because it allowed to spend several hours with them, chatting amiably in their living room, and still drive another 45 minutes on to our hotel for the night.
Now we're at our hotel for the night— tonight and the next 3 nights, too— in Manassas, Virginia, in the suburbs well west of Washington, D.C. What's in Manassas? you might ask unless you're from the area or are a Civil War buff. Well, for us, there's really nothing in Manassas. Like where we stayed on our pre-Thanksgiving trip last year it's a hotel location we picked because it's centrally located between places we planned to visit in the next few days. Though with a bunch of my relatives ghosting our texts and/or saying, "Sorry, something came up" I'm not sure how many of those plans will materialize into actual visits.
Anyway, it's late now, Or, rather, it feels late. It's 9:15pm and I am crashing, hard. The weight of last night's red-eye is really hitting me now. The parking lot nap I took this afternoon recharged me just enough to make it through dinner. But now my battery indicator is blinking "2%". Time to get to bed.
