Andy and I are sitting at SEA-TAC waiting for out out bound flight to Prague where we will enjoy the company of Mr and Mrs Brummitt for an entire week of touristy visiting and consumption of beer. And the best part: the laptop has been left behind, and work has been completely abandoned for the week.
I cannot imagine a better vacation than to spend almost seven days with the most awesome friends a guy could ask for, and in a beautiful city to boot!
Well, I think the fortune cookie was wrong, because every day this weekend was fantastic for it’s own reason.
Friday was great because I got to help make a fantastic homemade Italian meal at DD’s house and watch the Godfather in its entirety for the first time. I know how to make Ravioli from scratch! I still need to acquire DD’s grandmother’s pasta recipe, and the required tools to roll pasta, etc. etc. The food was amazing (ravioli, cannoli, wine, wine, and… more wine). As for the Godfather Part I, even though I think I had seen most of it before, it was great to see it in its entirety. The problem is that Brando was the best part of it for me, so I’m not as excited to see Part II & III. However, I will be excited to enjoy more homemade Italian…
Saturday was great because I got to spend the morning/afternoon doing things for myself and then a rock’n good time with Mister Miyagi. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much from the band. I mean, how can one band cover the entire 80’s? Well, apparently one can! It was one of those nights where you got to hang out with some of the best people you know while dancing your ever loving ass off. And nothing makes me happier than shake’n tail. It’s been a long while since I had that much fun out, mostly because the people I was with were crazy fun dancers.
And today… well, it was great. I got to catch up with friends/family on the phone and spend the afternoon out in Ballard with Andy. We hit up the farmer’s market and grabbed a cup of coffee. Nothing really out of the ordinary or special, but that’s kinda what made it great.
And now back to work… and there’s less than two weeks until I leave for Prague! Yikes!
I went out for Indo-Chinese food on Tuesday and got a fortune cookie at the end of the meal which I pocketed. I opened it the next day around noon. The fortune: “Tomorrow will be a five star day for you! Enjoy!”
This brings up an dilemma. Was yesterday supposed to be the five star day, or today? If it was yesterday, well, then apparently fate’s definition of a five star day and mine are completely different. That’s because yesterday was a completely overwhelming day of wow I have more to do than one human can possibly do… which doesn’t really end when the sun goes down, so that’s bound to be today as well. But, if the fortune is correct, then I’ve got something to look forward to… doubtful, but something has gotta shine the light at the end of the work day. For me, that’s going out with friends for a drink tonight. I can settle for that being a my current definition of a 5 star day.
Speaking of definitions: I defined a word. familificating. It’s what I did last weekend hanging out with my parents: “the act of chillaxing with your family.” I originally thought it would be a googlewhack… but I didn’t realize the definition was “two words that return a single result”. It’s a fun game to play if you have the time. Apparently due to my creative spelling or complete unusefulness of the word, familificating only returns a single result on google.
Speaking of family: mine is awesome. I had a great time with my parents… the best part of the weekend was, of course, spending time with them. But the highlight was that they got to meet my closest friends here in town. Oh, and going to see Mamma Mia!was absolutely super. The show was amazing. How can you not love 2 hours of ABBA?! I was really impressed with the creativity of the set design (two movable walls that were mechanically moved between scenes… each new arraignment made for a new affect and a new location, very well done) and the cast did a super job. It made me wonder, walking away, was I supposed to be more attracted to the mother or the daughter?? Because, damn, it was a hard call! I guess that’s how I know I’m getting old… when the 30-something actress playing the mom is hotter than the 20-something daughter.
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