The next day we set up the old slot car racetrack, which took several hours to do. But man was it worth it. We started racing for about thirty minutes before one of the controllers broke. That night Dad and I finally broke the gun in half to figure out what was wrong. Turned out that a tiny spring that makes the trigger work snapped. We fixed it all up, put the top half back on a went to test it. Unfortunately, the copper rod was too corroded. But, instead of admitting defeat, we jimmied up one of the really old controllers and kept on racing.
I got to see Dad and Andrew play music a few times, once at Schlafly and once at this old-time honkey-tonk called Stovalls Grove. Taylor and I and some of our friends drove the fourty minutes to get there and proceeded to drink many a beer and dance a couple dances with the locals.
And of course, the food was delicious the entire break. We went down to Kaldis almost every morning, Dad and I whipped up some very cheesy potatoes au gratin for Christmas dinner, and Mom and I concocted an ice cream oreo dessert dish for the second annual Moms and Daughters Progressive Dinner. And in true winter tradition, I drank lots and lots of hot cocoa.
The only thing we didn't do was play The Drawing Game, where we all sit around the room and draw whoever is posing in the middle. After an undetermined amount of time, when we're all finished, everyone takes turns showing their masterpiece. This of course, is after we've looked through all the old drawings from years past. I mean, like, from ten years ago. Oh well, there's always next time.
(photos by e.hunt)