We have been traveling with David and Gail Chester for almost half of a century, and it isn’t because we want to…(wink) it’s because Gary and Gail happen to be brother and sister. (more like clones…but later on that) We were married 3 months apart 42 years ago and have been friends ever since. Relatives can be difficult, but when you take David along for the ride, it’s a journey of arguments and laughter with little rest and relaxation…seriously!
The forbidden Oregon Blog:
My favorite thing to do besides going on a road trip is to plan a trip. Short girl trips are a constant in my life, but preparing for a vacation across our great nation, involving “family” takes on a different kind of preparation. Our little Lewis and Clark adventure was going to require experts, and the Gailey’s were our go to people. You know them… They owned a little sandwich shop for 50 years. They live in a little white house, drive little white cars, and are constantly traveling to EVERYWHERE! They know their stuff! Anyway…they said, “Go West my friend”, so we did. On May the 4th at 5:30 AM David is laying on the horn (startling me and the neighborhood). The diary begins…mostly of the things that were going wrong, which cropped up immediately. We “flew” to Hartsfield-Jackson and dear lord, we haven’t left the ground.
Gail and I have gone on girl trips with our mutual friends since the 70’s and David and Gary have just as many secrets. The older we get the less flexible we all become and DC is no exception to the rule…and boy does he have rules… well, he “tries”. I literally have pages and pages of material from our excursion to Oregon, but to my dismay I have not been authorized to write a blog. (I think he said something like, “You better not write a friggin blog”!) But if I did… it would be called, ” Mired Up“! (Enunciated ….Mahyuhr) I have no clue what “mired up” is, or what it means, or what it does, but I now know it is part of David’s daily vocabulary. He also practices on a regular basis quoting movies, from Ace Venture: Pet Detective to the 1977 movie The Gauntlet, as if they were and still are the best films of all time (he saw them in a theater …which he pronounces… thee- ate- her). My ornery multifaceted brother in law holds the highest regards to what he considers great television…all 3 channels. 1. The Golf Channel 2. The Discovery Channel ( Naked and Afraid) 3. The Andy Griffeth Show. (specifically referencing Aunt Bee… why?) Things you only learn in seven days riding in the back seat of a SUV down the spectacular and sometimes treacherous coast of Oregon. I’m convinced I could be legendarily famous if I were not forbidden to tell ALL my stories about the happiest man alive! Let’s define HAPPY: In pajama pants by five in the afternoon, grasping a pillow tightly in ones lap like a baby holding his blankie, and yes… it’s essential…for said “one”… to have “someone” (named Gail) to yell, scream, and shout at as deemed necessary!
“We” struggled with the time change. Some of us…who shall remain nameless, because this blog isn’t about David Chester, absolutely refused to coincide with the reality of time. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner was on Hall Co. time. Watching a terracotta sun set over the Pacific….oh hell no, it was taps and lights out! Laughing at (and the rare occasion with) David is never ending. I kid u not. His humor is relentless. His friends all know this. His family is well aware, and if you meet him…ummm, don’t bother, he doesn’t want to meet you.
Our family ties began a long long time ago and although I am breaking major family codes and policies by exploiting a tiny portion about David Chester there is so much more to say. EVERYONE likes and respects David, whether HE likes it or not. He frightens no one… including his 6 beautiful grandchildren. His generosity is ginormous, he is the right kind of friend to have, and is as gentle as a lamb!
don’t you know that pisses him off!
Thanks for the ride…DC!