Last Year in His 20s...Mr. Tunga Tunchi Chitunga is now 29...so, Onward. I Love That I Get a Return for Turkey and His Birthday Candles

I am sold on Amtrak. It's a great way to travel...convenient, fast, and beautiful. Boston was beautiful, too. I enjoyed the time there and the NCTE conference is always a spectacular gig. I got to come home, though, to Tunga being in from Iowa and, well, the two of us met Vochan at Founder's House and did one of those, "Just go for it," meals. This included smoked bourbon drinks, steamed muscles, and three incredible gourmet meals. I've eaten here before, and I said to myself that I'd make a birthday day of it with Chitunga when he came home. Pam passes, but Vochan was all in. 

We ate like kings. Not only kinds, but well fed kings with the lucky of a really great restaurant.

I also bought him running shoes (Saucony, you know how I roll). I don't spend money, except when I love something, then I'm willing to make the purchases. I found a good style on sale and said, "yup...I'm sharing the greatness with the kid."

Ah, but back to the food. So incredible. 

Tunga got the salmon (left), I got scallops, and Vochan got the Surf & Turf. It was a once-a-year meal (perhaps once in a lifetime). 

I am now home. He is now home. He has my car. His girlfriend will come later this week, and I have a holiday to host. All 25 pounds of a turkey. But today, I must unpack first, figure out the course to teach Tuesday night, and process the weekend that just was.

I should point out that the two of them ordered a weird strawberry  cake for dessert, which was good, but not what I'd selected as my birthday cake..

Long story short, I'm home, Karal is obsessed with having Chitunga home, we had a great meal (beyond great) and we finished the night watching Shrinking. 

I gave up and said, "Take the car." Truth is, I'm fried and the last place I want to go is campus to get into all that insanity. I simply want to read and right from home....so that I shall do.