Last year, before the times of Corona where people spent time together and traveled without fear of pestilence, my friend, Nurse Drew, whisked me off to Boston in his shiny new Subaru.
Most of you already know about that trip because I bring it up whenever I have a chance.
But it’s not my fault- it was one of the best trips I’ve EVER been on. And it came at just the right time. I was still unemployed, depressed, stressed and not happy overall.
Our first overnight stop of our epic “Let’s catch up on the past four+ years and hope we don’t kill each other” road trip was in Indianapolis at the Holiday Inn.
I admit, it was pretty swanky.
However, it wasn’t the lobby that I became enamored with.
The first leg of our journey wasn’t bad at all! Okay, I say our drive but Drew drove the whole time as I sat in the passenger seat, eating snacks. Because that’s what I do. I eat snacks and say things.
Despite the hours long drive not being awful, it was nice to be able to flop on a bed.
And hug some pillows.
But I did not anticipate HOW SOFT THE PILLOWS WOULD BE!
It was ridiculous. These pillows felt like they were hugging me back. And I love a good hug.
I legitimately wanted one to mysteriously end up in my backpack so I could take it home, but I have morals- I left the poor thing behind.
Also, there’s no way it could have fit. And the hotel would have charged Drew’s card- which would have made me a terrible road trip companion.
I admit, though, I was a little sad to leave it behind.
Since that trip, I swore I was going to buy a pair of my very own. Even when I discovered them online the day we left Indiana and saw how much they cost individually.
I spare no expense when it comes to my physical and emotional comfort.
…that’s a lie. But I really did have new, plush pillows on my adulting wishlist!
Despite landing a job a few months after our trip, the pillows remained on the back burner.
And a year later, I STILL hadn’t ordered any.
Almost two weeks ago, Drew and I were texting on my birthday. He eventually asked for my address, supposedly so he “can send me all kinds of garbage”.
Which I am fine with because he has good taste.
Last week, like a reliable, trusty friend who probably hates coming over all of the time because I never go to their place, the UPS driver pulled into our driveway. They delivered tires for my son’s bike…and another box that I was 5,000% confident was a gift because I hadn’t ordered anything from pillows.com.
At this point, I was laughing to myself, thinking, “Drew did not order me a pillow”.
BUT DREW HAD, IN FACT, ORDERED A HOLIDAY INN PILLOW LIKE THE ONE FROM OUR HOTEL ROOM THAT HOT SUMMER NIGHT!
(It was only hot because Drew is a furnace, FYI)
…I hugged it at least five times because my previous day had been
I would have hugged my child but he isn’t very soft and also isn’t a fan of hugs.
But now I found myself in a conundrum. I needed a pillowcase. Not just any pillowcase would do, though.
IT WAS TIME TO ORDER A RORY PILLOWCASE FROM THE BLOGGESS!
Those of you who read my posts regularly know I had planned to order it way back when I was seeing the gentlemen caller. But obviously that didn’t happen.
I’m much happier with this turn of events, though.
I’ll be sleeping in my own bed on a pillow from someone who genuinely cares about me which will be enveloped by a joy filled taxidermy trash panda.
I call this a win win, friends.
Expect a picture of the pillowcase soon.
More posts to come.