In October we went to visit my sister Hannah in Fort Collins, Colorado for Colorado State University's family weekend. This was the first time we traveled after Z was born, and it actually wasn't too difficult to manage. The extra adults, Z's adaptability, and our awesome travel system really made flying and vacation with a two-and-a-half-month-old easy.
On our final morning in Fort Collins, we went to eat breakfast at a restaurant that's famous for its homemade beignets, jams, and biscuits, called Lucile's. The restaurant is located in a small Victorian house and it's quite popular so there's always a wait. Hannah and Tess wanted to get there early to avoid waiting, so we all got up early and got ready. When we arrived there was about a 15-20 minute wait, which wasn't too bad. The only place to wait was outside though so since it was chilly we decided to sit in the SUV, which was parked across the street from the restaurant. My dad and Robin were up front, Hannah, Tess and Z were in the middle, and my mom and I were in the very back.
We were getting really hungry and paranoid that the place was going to give our spot away because they couldn't see us in the car. Hannah kept getting out to check and see how much longer the wait was estimated to be, and she let the hostess know that we were in the white SUV.
After we had been waiting for a while, a lady walked up along the right side of the car. None of us thought anything of her until she opened Robin's passenger side door. We all got quiet and stared at her, and she stared back. Robin eventually said "Hi," (In a really creepy voice, I might add.) but the lady kept staring. Was she from Lucile's, coming to tell us our table was ready? Nope. She was just a random stranger who got confused about where she had parked. After a couple seconds she slammed the car door shut and ran to an SUV that was also white and parked a few spots down from ours. She jumped in the passenger seat and somewhat shielded her face from us. Her family was slowly meandering from Lucile's and heading toward the right car, which had Arizona license plates (ours had Colorado license plates). At this point everyone in our car was laughing hysterically (except Z) from lack of food. A short while later, we finally got our table and proceeded to have the best beignets and homemade jam in the world. This incident happened over six months ago and I still think about those darn beignets.
To this day, we still re-enact the Fort Collins car intruder incident whenever we are in a parking lot and someone walks by our car. If you're ever in Fort Collins, Boulder, Denver, Littleton, or Longmont, go have yourself a beignet. And be sure to lock your car, because there may just be a satiated beignet-eater who gets confused about where she parked.
Here's a link to Lucile's website if you're interested: