Trey was inebriated before we even left. He had Sydney and I in hysterics as he tried to remember where he left his shoes. We vowed to make sure he only had water and soda and that we'd also keep an eye on Gemma who found everything funny right now. For the first time, I agreed. She was a hoot. With them safely belted into the back of the car, we toyed with the idea of staying home, tucking them into bed and sharing a bottle of wine in the hot tub. Sydney seemed insistent that we go, and I tried to rid myself of the doubts that surfaced the closer we neared to Shaun's cabin.
I hadn't been there so I didn't know what to expect. The others had been here the previous night, but as we pulled up I couldn't help but gasp. This place was not a cabin, or a villa, or anything remotely holiday home
