Back in the saddle

Chris and I just returned from a little mini-vacation in Daytona. It was heart-warming. It was reassuring. It was so much fun! When we left for Daytona, I'd expected to have some kind of connectivity to the internet when I arrived. There was nothing. I was cut off. Incommunicado. Hence the lack of blog entries and comments for the past 4 days. I apologize to those who felt neglected. For those who didn't notice I was gone...nevermind. ;) This is my first vacation since I started blogging, and now I realize the backlog that can build up. My newsgator showed 33 unread posts, and I don't even have all my regular blogs on newsgator yet. So, about the vacation. We don't have many gay friends in our area. The avenues for meeting new people here are few and far between, and most of the people interested in meeting are just looking for sex. About a year ago, we met another gay couple, Jake and Peter. They were vacationing nearby and wanted to get together. After a few chats and emails, we invited them over for dinner and had a wonderful evening with them. We got to know them, they got to know us, and we seemed to click right away. In the past year, we haven't seen Jake and Peter, and Chris and I kept discussing a trip to see them. Discussion finally transformed to determination, and we planned a few days off, coordinated a weekend that was good for them, and booked a room in Daytona. What we did: walked on the beach, saw the space shuttle launch, went to Epcot, rented a pontoon boat on the St. Johns river, and reconnected with good friends. Beyond the facts of the events, I'm having trouble finding the words to describe our weekend. Peter and Jake are caring, generous, fun, down to earth, laid back, the list goes on. We had such a great time with them. It's reassuring to know people like them exist. We're honored to know them and to be their friends. So now I'm kinda bummed. We're back into the old routine, back to work tomorrow, away from our friends, feeling piteous (or is that pitiful?).