Our final full day with Wendy’s family was a lazy one. We needed to recover from days of adventure, catching up and a little bit of booze (hard root beer for the win), so after some hard morning Pokéstopping and restocking, it was time for a reunion.
After 30 years since I had last seen him, I was reunited with my Uncle Pickle. AKA Uncle Bill (apparently my dad gave him this nickname and Bill didn’t remember why. I feel there is a story here.). We also met his super lovely wife, Sharon, who we’ve learned to know via Facebook. Even across all of these miles and years, he is 100% certifiable Drake.
Sharon has clearly had her hands full for this amount of time.
But it was a great reunion.
Notes:
- Drakes are happy people.