After dropping off our rental car, we caught a flight to Vegas to catch up with friends there for two days. It was mellow and unremarkable, except that I was finally introduced to the yumminess that is P.F. Chang's, which is officially now one of the only chain restaurants I'm willing to eat at. Sooooo good.
We arrived last night in Bellingham and will be back in Vancouver today some time. On the Vegas shuttle to the airport, Rachel suddenly said, "I think it's time for me to break up with Cliff."
Allow me to explain.
We weren't sure exactly what to expect in Tennessee in terms of gay-friendly travelling. Although some people had told us it would be absolutely fine, they had primarily stayed in the big cities. We were travelling throughout the state, through some tiny towns and a lot of practically uninhabited country side. Considering that the Ku Klux Klan was started in Tennessee, Rachel was understandably cautious. Thus, she created Cliff.
"Here's the deal," she told me. "If we ever feel uncomfortable, we start talking about Cliff, and how much he misses me."
As the trip wore on, Cliff took on mythological proportions. A tug boat driver, he was a man's man. A huntin', shootin' and fishin' kind of guy. He and Brian meet for beers all the time. After the Dixie Stampede, when Rachel fell in love with the beautiful Amanda, we wondered how Cliff would take the news.
Having completed our time in Tennessee, it was time for Cliff to pack his bags and go home.
R.I.P., Cliff. Amanda's moving in, and there's not enough room in Rachel's heart for both of you.
Edit: Rachel has asked me to clarify that Cliff is a tug boat CAPTAIN, not a tug boat driver. Just because the poor guy is being dumped is no reason to demote him.