He put some minor limits on the adventure criteria. It had to be in the continental US and needed to happen when the weather was warmer. He made a couple of suggestions, but ultimately, the choice was made by my kids.
My daughter decided to visit New York, New York.
I hit up my alien friend almost immediately and let him know my family would be traveling to his city. He asked me when, and assured me that he would be nothing less than a gracious host. He worried endlessly about the weather (spring in New York is fickle), and fussed about the subway. He made many faces at the idea that some scrub might bother my kid or my dad, and promised to keep them safe.
That loveable alien switched his on-call weekends around so he could be available to my family the weekend they were there. Despite it all, he got hit with a service call the day he was supposed to meet them, and cussed his bosses pretty fierce that he was all mussed for their meeting.
They went to lunch at a kebob place in Astor Park, and then shopping. There were some special places my kiddo wanted to go, and my buddy showed em around every damn part of the Island on FOOT, according to them. They had a hard time keeping up with my friend, who didn't realize he was killing my dad until he saw some wheezing. According to both my dad and my daughter, they got turned around or lost at least once, but still found some nice places to visit.
One of those places was a purse store. The purse that was purchased was for me. I sure as hell didn't ASK for it. I was sort of badgered into accepting that a purse was GOING TO HAPPEN and I should shush and accept it.
The purse was picked by one party and paid for by another (who wouldn't let anyone pay for cabs, or subways, or nuthin) and sent home for me to enjoy.
I told SinSynn this when they arrived- there's not many people I trust with my kid, or my dad. He's one of them. He was the perfect soul of a gentleman the whole time, and chatted up my dad and made a very positive impression. My daughter also thought he was da awesome, and compared him to a walking, talking Bugs Bunny.
That made me laff pretty hard, actually. It's true and so fitting.
This is way beyond friendship, actually. This man is my family. My kid and my dad went to a strange place and he put 'em up just like they were his own blood and took care of 'em.
There aren't enough words to state how grateful I am to him. I'll probably spend the rest of my life trying, though.