(every time I get in the car ready to embark to Stonington) that the trip to eastern Connecticut really can’t get any worse than the last time I did it. I mean, really, yeah traffic sucks, but you get through it. Somehow, it’s just part of living in this area.
Never, in my wildest dreams, though, did I ever think it would take SIX FREAKIN’ HOURS to travel the 100 miles as it did last Friday. Yup. SIX FREAKIN’ HOURS! Back in the day, I could get from Edgewater to Maine in less time. And that’s uphil, both ways.
Last Friday was the day my sibs and I were going to surprise our father (aka Big Jim) for his 65th birthday. His birthday is actually on Halloween, but since it was conveniently situated on a Wednesday this year, we had to postpone any plans til the weekend. Making it that much more of a surprise.
The big surprise was going to be that we would show up, en masse, chez Big Jim dressed just like him. Because Big Jim, while now 65, has worn the same outfit (or a slight variation of) ever since I can remember. The outfit consists of a Brooks Brothers blue pinpoint oxford shirt, khakis and docksiders. Sometimes he lives on the edge and subs a blue and white striped oxford for the blue. Big Jim also resembles (slightly) Daddy Warbucks. See:

This is Big Jim getting plenty of exercise in Scotland two summers ago. Note the blue shirt, khakis and docksiders. Things don’t change, even on vacation.
So, the sibs and I put all our respective families together in blue and khaki, to show up at Big Jim’s door two days late for Halloween. The plan was to get there at 6. Sib 2 and fiance come from Chicago, so we had to account for any flight delays.
Coming from Chicago was the least of our worries. 1-95 should always take precedence over air traffic. Especially when there’s a major tanker truck accident at 10am that SHUT THE FREAKIN’ HIGHWAY DOWN until the next morning. So, our normally 2.5 hour trip ended up taking 6 hours.
Here’s my patient chauffeur:

And Things 1 and 3 bellowing out the lyrics to It’s a Hard Knock Life (now our family theme song):

Thing 3’s not wearing her blue shirt. She spilled in NJ. I stopped to wash it out and it’s drying in back. Lucky for us we had six hours to line dry our laundry.
Eventually we all got there, and got ready to surprise Big Jim.

This is sib 2 and BIL 1. Notice the bald wigs. When the sibs and I do something, we go all out. I should mention that very little shopping was done to get us all in these outfits. Apples don’t fall far from the trees. We all have our fair share of blue shirts and khaki pants.



(note to self: never let a shortie take a photo from below–love the family chins here)

This is SIL1 with Cousin 2. They hit traffic in Boston, but it did not even compare to the hell drive from NJ. But in addition to driving with a 2 yr old and 5 month old, they had a four yr old Bernese Mt. Dog (capital D cuz it’s so huge) with them.

Thing 2 actually won the prize for looking most like Big Jim–both had striped shirts!
Mrs. Big Jim was actually in on the plan, and had dinner waiting for the chillun with teeth:

Notice the “are you done with that yet” look from Thing 3 to Cousin 2. Watch out Cousin 2, your dinner’s in danger.
Then Things 1-3 and Cousins 1-4 got their picture taken with Big Jim:

Yes, Thing 3 is dancing. No, cousins 6 & 7 are not twins, just both changed into yellow. (cousin 6 belongs to sib 2, cousin 7 to sib 3).
The future does not bode well for cousin 6 (a young lady).

She’s scarily too much like baby Big Jim (taken 5/30/43):

Yikes.
So, while the drive was frustrating beyond belief, the end result rocked. And I almost got to the heel turn on my latest sock. Photos later.