A Wish Fulfilled

Last weekend had a minor (planned) disruption. John and Justin were flying to Montana, and I took them to Newark airport. The disrupting part of this was their flight had been rescheduled to 6 am, and this meant I needed to get up at 2 am on Saturday. Alarms were set, people got ready, but there was some last minute drama when Justin slept through his alarm and we didn't realize this until 20 minutes before we needed to leave. 

I dropped them off at the airport in plenty of time, drove back and was home by 5 am. I had originally planned to go back to bed and then head over to Ryan's house for a visit. Ryan came over for dinner on Friday night and ended up staying overnight to see John and Justin off. He was still awake when I got home and even though I had planned to go back to bed, neither one of us was able to fall asleep. Once it got light and we felt we had had enough stimulant beverages, we went back to Ryan's house to do some yard work. He mowed, I weed-whacked and worked on removing some chicken wire that the previous owners had zip-tied to the fence to keep their dogs from escaping. We weeded, pruned, and got sweaty and tired. We definitely deserved a reward and I think we chose the perfect one. 

For a long time before he passed away, I used to make the two-hour round trip to visit my father in assisted living, take him to multiple doctor appointments, a long course of radiation, cat scans, the grocery store, and the pharmacy. For many reasons, it was usually a long and exhausting day, and I passed Braveheart Pub in Hellertown, PA on my way home. I always wished I could stop in, have a relaxing pint of Guinness or glass of whiskey, and ease the worries and exhaustion of the day away. I imagined myself at the bar and had a whole lovely fantasy made up.

I remembered Braveheart when Ryan and I were trying go decide on a suitable reward, realized that he lives only nine miles away, so I finally got to fulfill my wish. I didn't have Guinness or whiskey (I was driving and had only had about four hours of sleep) but Ryan had a delicious caramel apple martini.

I admired the Bonnie Scotland artwork.

We shared an order of Scotch eggs. They've appeared in several books that I've read, and I was glad to get a chance to try them. There is nothing not to like about a hard-boiled egg, wrapped in sausage, then breaded and fried.

I thought I might want fish and chips, but decided on an Edinburger instead. I was a little too anxious to dig in and didn't even turn the plate around when I took the photo, but it was a  delicious burger topped with Stilton , onion rings, and HP sauce. 

HP sauce might be my favorite new thing, and it was wonderful to finally get a chance to fulfill a long-held wish.

I hope your weekend was just as fulfilling!