Friday morning Michael and I both received missed calls from my sister. I also had an email from her. This is quite rare. Al is not known for her frequent phone calls or communication in general. Here's what the email said
I can fly in for $xxx, Saturday evening -- Tuesday afternoon. Is that ok for you? I'm assuming mom can take care of me on the days you work. Do you have monday off?
Sadly I did not have Monday off, but that did not stop her from coming on a whim! Saturday Michael and I actually had plans to see Kelly Clarkson at Universal Studios (ohmygosh amazing concert) but my parents fetched Al from the airport and we had a blast on Sunday, playing mini golf at Fantasia Gardens. We endured 20 mph winds -notice my hair- and of course, there were bison.
It was a lovely time not just because I got - count 'em - FOUR holes in one! I had never in my life (that I can remember) gotten a hole in one in mini golf. Luck was on my side for some of the holes. I won on the front 9, but due to some, ahem, issues on the back side, did not win the game.
What's the best way to celebrate such achievement? Why, with a trip to Ghirardelli ice cream of course. My sister was kind enough to split the Gold Rush sundae with me. Yeah I really had to twist her arm on that one. Vanilla ice cream, chocolate fudge, peanut butter sauce, whipped cream, and a Ghirardelli chocolate on top with the cherry. There are zero calories when you share, right?
The trip was short: less than 3 days but we did our best to visit, laugh, and entertain each other. I have already started to pester her about coming back later this year.