The weekend got off to a rough start. It took us a long time to get to the hotel through rush hour traffic, including an accident on 694. By the time we got there, I was starving, which made my head and everything else hurt. We ordered room service pizza — the most awful food I’ve eaten in a very long time. When the Skorrs arrived, everyone went to the pool except Connor and I. I put him to bed in the Skorrs’ room and hung out next door in our room waiting for the Twites, who arrived about...
