It’s almost like we have friends or something…
On Saturday, we invited everyone we know in the area to come to our house and watch the first FSU game of the season (we bought it on pay-per-view). Of course, we beat them in a shut-out. Go Noles!
Our guests included:
· My cousin, Joanne, and her family (husband Julian, daughters Alanna and Nikki)
· A friend from home in Port St Lucie. She was actually my sister, Sarah’s, friend. Jamie Hahn came & went before we broke out the camera, so we don’t have any pictures with her in them. But that’s ok – she’s a Gator.
· Lindsey and Ivan Portugal – Mike knew Lindsey from “TeenPact” a long time ago, and they stayed in touch. Lindsey and Ivan are newlyweds, and they brought their puppy (more like a fluff ball) to watch the game with us.
· Adam Kincaid – Mike’s BFF, and a mutual friend from our college/Wesley days.
· Mike Walsh, aka “Walsh” – Another throwback to college/Wesley. He and Mike were roomies the year that Mike and I dated long distance. Walsh is a Marine.
· We invited Mike’s cousin DA and our friends Irene and BJ Lykens, but they couldn’t come… party poopers.
Here are some pictures from that night:
Lindsey and Ivan (the newlyweds), and their fluff ball, “Harmony”
Mike needs a cuddle buddy… now that he and Jason Hollister are separated…
(PS – Can you read Adam’s hat?) 🙂
This is my “first cousin, once removed”, or my cousin’s daughter: Nikki
Another “FCOR”: Alanna
My cousin Joanne, and the fluff ball
Seriously, is that even a DOG?? I don’t know why Mike was putting her on Adam’s head…
Then, since that wasn’t enough socialization, my friend/former coworker, Alyssa, came into town on Sunday for business. We met up on Sunday afternoon – a beautiful day following an under-impressive but still very annoying tropical storm the previous day. The sky was crisp blue with no clouds, it was in the 70’s, and humidity was low.
Mike, Alyssa, and I toured the DC monuments, and we walked almost 7 miles!
We walked to Georgetown and found a cute place to eat dinner – it’s called Rugby. But before we found Rugby, we wandered into a college-y, bar-ish restaurant that looked interesting. After having to ask the bartender where to sit, we found a table, sat down, and waited. Finally, Eeyore – I mean, our server – came up and said “Yeah, I’ll be with you in a [starts walking away] minute.” Umm, ok. When he came back, he got our water orders, and Alyssa asked if he could also bring us menus. He came back with the water after pumping it from the well himself. He made a separate trip back to our table to drop off the menus. By “drop off,” I mean “fling.” Suffice it to say we were not impressed. But we picked up our menus to look for something to eat. Worst menu ever. It might as well have said:
· Greasy Sandwich
· Food Poisoning
We didn’t want to stay, but we felt uncomfortable leaving. We did leave, though, after putting two dollars on the table for his “trouble.” I’d say we were more than generous.
Here are the photos from our tourist explorations….
(Yes, Jill, Mike actually counted)
On a few other notes…
· The technical writer on the contract with me at work is now working in the DC Office, too. He is British, and if he is any indication, one can use the word “cheers” to mean any or all of the following:
§ Thank you
· And, finally, I would just like to say that I feel very cosmopolitan – riding the metro every day, working minutes from our nation’s capitol building, etc… But yesterday I was listening to the following song on my iPod, and I think I lost some coolness… The most ridiculous portion is in blue…
Veggie Tales: “What We Gonna Do?”
Oh no! What we gonna do?
The king likes Daniel
More than me and you
Oh, no! What we gonna do?
We gotta get him out of here.
We could throw him in the dungeon
We could let him rot in jail
We could drag him to the ocean
Have him eaten by a whale
We could throw him in the Tigris
Let him float a while
Then we’ll all sit back and watch him
Meet a hungry crocodile
We could put him on a camel’s back
And send him of to Ur
With a cowboy hat without a brim
A boot without a spur
We could give him jelly doughnuts
Take them all away
Or fill his ears with cheese balls
And his nostrils with sorbet
We could use him as a footstool
Or a table to play Scrabble on
Then tie him up and beat him up
And throw him out of Babylon
And it continues…
Oh – one more thing. Quote of the week:
“I have a dollar bill coin!” – Me