happy phantom
I had an amazing time in Williamsburg last night. We may not have done very much, but the last 24 hours have been the best in a long, long time. Talking and walking and just enjoying the company of my best friend. And finally, FINALLY, meeting John Quinn. If I knew nothing more about him, I'd like him for the mere fact that he makes her happy. But I do know more, and he's a great guy. So now I don't have to feel kind of weird about talking to him online.
Now, onto the truly extraordinary:
Last night after dinner, at around 10pm, Liz was showing me around Colonial Williamsburg. Of course, we had to see the Randolph house, the subject of her forthcoming documentary film debut. The house is a couple of blocks in, and like all the attractions in CW at this time, is closed and locked up. Liz walks up the steps to the front door, confidently saying, "I like to knock every time I come by. Just to see if anyone's home." I am slightly creeped out. It's dark, the lights are reflecting oddly off of the windows (due to the inside green shutters, Liz would tell me later), and my imagination is officially running away with me. Liz convinces me--grudgingly--to come up to the door when she knocks. I do, and she raps thrice on the upper portion of the door. I have reached my threshold at that moment and retreat down the steps. After hearing nothing, Liz, with her ear to the door, knock three more times, this time on the lower part of the door. Hearing nothing again, she turns around and shrugs at me in a way that says, "See? Nothing happened." As she moves to step off the top stoop, we both hear three quick, distinct knocks on the lower part of the door. I was ready to chalk it up to my overactive imagination; that is, until I see Liz's face. She heard it too. The next thing I know we're sprinting across the grassy field in front of the house. Liz stops halfway and turned around, but I kept running, and when I catch up with her, I don't even slow down as I grab her arm and pull her with me until we are safely on the well-lit main street. Liz may have been the first to run, but I was the one who was freaking out three hours later. We could not come up with a single explanation for the knocking, but Liz remains skeptical. One thing is certain: her documentary just got a lot more interesting.
It was all AWESOME!
(as to the subject line, no i have not heard the song, but i saw the lyrics in Liz's profile enough that the title stuck and seemed appropriate.)
Now, onto the truly extraordinary:
Last night after dinner, at around 10pm, Liz was showing me around Colonial Williamsburg. Of course, we had to see the Randolph house, the subject of her forthcoming documentary film debut. The house is a couple of blocks in, and like all the attractions in CW at this time, is closed and locked up. Liz walks up the steps to the front door, confidently saying, "I like to knock every time I come by. Just to see if anyone's home." I am slightly creeped out. It's dark, the lights are reflecting oddly off of the windows (due to the inside green shutters, Liz would tell me later), and my imagination is officially running away with me. Liz convinces me--grudgingly--to come up to the door when she knocks. I do, and she raps thrice on the upper portion of the door. I have reached my threshold at that moment and retreat down the steps. After hearing nothing, Liz, with her ear to the door, knock three more times, this time on the lower part of the door. Hearing nothing again, she turns around and shrugs at me in a way that says, "See? Nothing happened." As she moves to step off the top stoop, we both hear three quick, distinct knocks on the lower part of the door. I was ready to chalk it up to my overactive imagination; that is, until I see Liz's face. She heard it too. The next thing I know we're sprinting across the grassy field in front of the house. Liz stops halfway and turned around, but I kept running, and when I catch up with her, I don't even slow down as I grab her arm and pull her with me until we are safely on the well-lit main street. Liz may have been the first to run, but I was the one who was freaking out three hours later. We could not come up with a single explanation for the knocking, but Liz remains skeptical. One thing is certain: her documentary just got a lot more interesting.
It was all AWESOME!
(as to the subject line, no i have not heard the song, but i saw the lyrics in Liz's profile enough that the title stuck and seemed appropriate.)