Perry acting cool with his friends at the bus stop.


Growing up, my family had a healthy tradition of family vacations. Come hell or high water, my mom made travel happen, whether it was a camping trip on a shoestring or a family cruise. So I told Jon he could blame her for my constant trip scheming. After enough pestering, Jon made a monumental effort to clear his crazy work schedule and we took our first family vacation to Seattle.

And it was awesome.

We ate like kings. We got unexpectedly upgraded to the top floor of the W. We spent all day long just hanging out, doing fun stuff, taking pictures and talking. Perry was a champ. It was exactly what I needed to sate the travel bug for at least a couple weeks.