My class is doing a project on Flat Stanley. Flat Stanley is a character in my book. He got squished by a bulletin board. As you can tell, he is a very flat dude.
Can you take Flat Stanley to a restaurant and everywhere you go? I know that you are good at taking pictures. After you are done, please send Flat Stanley some souvenirs as soon as you can.
This letter arrived in the mail as I packed for my second-in-two-weeks travel adventure, this one to the East Coast to experience a bit of life with the Ambrose family, Taylor’s soon-to-be in-laws. More specifically, to attend Beth’s bridal shower. So I invited Flat Stanley to come along, since he didn’t take up much space, being flat and all. And he turned out to be a delightful travel companion, eager to pose for my incessant photos ops.
Stanley’s first flight, from Phoenix to Portland, wasn’t so very memorable, confined as he was to the inside of an envelope. That’s why he was so excited to arrive at Portland International Airport on Wednesday morning.
He especially liked the shuttle to baggage claim at Dulles International in Washington, DC.
That was nothing compared to the 5.5 million-dollar home we visited that evening for a Rodan + Fields skin care products party, a business venture for the bride-to-be.
I noticed that FS likes to be right in the middle of things. He isn’t shy, as you can see.
The next morning we joined Beth’s mom, Trish, and her friend Ginny at the twins’ music class. The twins are Beth’s nieces. Riley’s checking us out.
Stanley thought this was a wildlife sanctuary, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.
The big event of the day was driving with Trish, Ginny, Beth, and her two sisters, Tara and Shannon, to West Virginia for Beth’s wedding gown fitting. Of course FS had to stay in the car; a bridal shop was no place for a (very flat) dude.
For some reason, Stan insisted on posing by this armadillo at Texas Roadhouse. Just when you start to think you know someone….
After a good sleep we were off again doing wedding stuff. Here’s the restaurant where Mauri and I will host the rehearsal dinner.
I learned how dangerous shoe shopping can be with Stan; he thought I should buy every single pair I tried on.
After shopping, we visited the wedding reception location to finalize details. The future bride and groom had only a few days left of their leave before returning to Iraq, and the clock was ticking.
Stanley worried a little about posing here, since he’s quite flat already without having people step on him.
So we moved inside to enjoy this view.
The advantage of traveling with FS is he doesn’t eat much. So after posing for this picture, he was content to be refolded and stored safely away in my purse while the rest of us enjoyed a delicious meal to celebrate Trish’s birthday.
Needless to say, Flat Stanley was not invited to Beth’s bridal shower. Even being around for the decorating made him uncomfortable.
OK, one more pose, then he’s outa there.
Guests arrived, ate, talked—all the things women do—then watched Beth opened her gifts.
Can you guess why this was a favorite for me?
Naturally, the littles got in on the party. In fact, they might have been the life of it.
March might be a focal point in the year for these Irish enthusiasts—Trish and Tim.
Did I mention I won the game — How Much Do You Know About Beth? — the win made possible only because her mom and sisters recused themselves. (The green scarf courtesy of Trish.)
And then it was time to head home. FS posed with Taylor and Beth, who were catching a flight to Dubai, though, unfortunately, it got cancelled due to mechanical problems. (They’ll try again this afternoon.) But Stan and I were only slightly delayed due to some necessary de-icing because it had just begun to snow.
Our time in Washington DC gave little breathing room, so I felt FS had earned his own seat for the return flight, a chance to regroup before his upcoming final flight back to Arizona.
Flat Stanley and I have lots of adventures to share with you and your class. He was a good travel buddy. He talked me into taking him to work with me this morning, even though he knew I’d be putting him in the mail this afternoon. It was nice while it lasted. I hope he will fully recover from his bulletin-board accident, though then he would no longer be flat. (Maybe even a little fat, but we’d never call him Fat Stanley because that wouldn’t be very nice.)
I love you.