weekend update (with sha)
sorry, no kevin nealon around here. not that anybody really cares because, well, he sucks.
friday i left work to make the treacherous trip to richmond. plans were to meet aj, scott, amy and brian at the champps sportsbar/restaurant at stony point at 7:30 pm. since traffic was ridiculous due to rain delays, i made it a few minutes after. might i add that this particular chammps was located at the stony point fashion park. what's a fashion park? how very hoity-toity of them.
when i walked into the restaurant, after the typical squeals of the women while we hugged and the gruff statements and eyerolls of the men while we did so, i was taken aback by amy's protruding belly. avoiding one of the biggest faux pas ever known to (wo)mankind, i was trying to evaluate if she was indeed pregnant or simply had gained weight. after assessment of her face, chin, hands, and arms, it seemed safe to assume she was prego. why she never bothered to tell me, i don't know! after our drinks were taken, and i noted she didn't order a libation, i asked and she confirmed. soon she and brian will be parents to a little girl named layne in september. anyhow, much catching up, laughter, and reminiscing occurred until we left to go our separate ways. that's what happens when you get old. and married. you're ready to go home at 9:30 PM!
saturday morning my parents and i headed out to yorktown, va national battlefield park. there was plenty to amuse each of us: history, cannons, battlefields, riflery, george washington's actual tent, wildlife, monuments, antique shops, 17th century homes, and gorgeous waters. we ran from tour to tour, it seemed. my parents are pretty spry for being 61 and 59, but don't tell them i told you that.
we had a variety of tour guides, including a canadian who thought she knew history but was confused. my favorite tour (or not) was the guy who thought he was howard cosell. he'd speak in a rather normal tone when talking with him, but he "put on airs" (as my grandma used to say), throwing his neck and reaching deep down within his diaphragm to push out enough hot air to sound like he was doing a radio play-by-play of ... yorktown life. we rebelled, leaving the group since we couldn't "put him on fast forward" as my mom suggested. fine with me ... more picture-taking time, more house-browsing, antique-browsing, and time to sit staring out over the water contemplating life or something like it.
sunday was relaxing with church, lunch and then going through more things i've have stored at the 'rents for years. i threw out most of it, but i'm such a packrat, always thinking i could use something later for some other project. i found a notebook from middle school with a ranking of some of the boys in my classes. i was apparently industrious enough to draw a chart and rank them, inviting others in the class to participate. i really needed to get a life.
finally, on the way back to raleigh i had a minor run-in with the law. on the way back into town i decided to drop off a library book. since the library was closed (it was 7 PM, duh), i decided to pull into the one way only portion to turn around to the dropbox. lucky me, i met a copy coming toward me head-on. attempting to pretend as if i wasn't breaking the law (i WAS going one way!), i pulled up to the dropbox and dropped off the book. mr. po-po walked up to my window and asked to see my license and registration. busted! he mispronounced my last name and out of habit i corrected him. heh. i was lucky he didn't think it was serious enough to warrant a ticket but warned me not to be so rebellious again. um, yeah, living on the edge in the library parking lot!
and that was my hott weekend update. the end.
friday i left work to make the treacherous trip to richmond. plans were to meet aj, scott, amy and brian at the champps sportsbar/restaurant at stony point at 7:30 pm. since traffic was ridiculous due to rain delays, i made it a few minutes after. might i add that this particular chammps was located at the stony point fashion park. what's a fashion park? how very hoity-toity of them.
when i walked into the restaurant, after the typical squeals of the women while we hugged and the gruff statements and eyerolls of the men while we did so, i was taken aback by amy's protruding belly. avoiding one of the biggest faux pas ever known to (wo)mankind, i was trying to evaluate if she was indeed pregnant or simply had gained weight. after assessment of her face, chin, hands, and arms, it seemed safe to assume she was prego. why she never bothered to tell me, i don't know! after our drinks were taken, and i noted she didn't order a libation, i asked and she confirmed. soon she and brian will be parents to a little girl named layne in september. anyhow, much catching up, laughter, and reminiscing occurred until we left to go our separate ways. that's what happens when you get old. and married. you're ready to go home at 9:30 PM!
saturday morning my parents and i headed out to yorktown, va national battlefield park. there was plenty to amuse each of us: history, cannons, battlefields, riflery, george washington's actual tent, wildlife, monuments, antique shops, 17th century homes, and gorgeous waters. we ran from tour to tour, it seemed. my parents are pretty spry for being 61 and 59, but don't tell them i told you that.
we had a variety of tour guides, including a canadian who thought she knew history but was confused. my favorite tour (or not) was the guy who thought he was howard cosell. he'd speak in a rather normal tone when talking with him, but he "put on airs" (as my grandma used to say), throwing his neck and reaching deep down within his diaphragm to push out enough hot air to sound like he was doing a radio play-by-play of ... yorktown life. we rebelled, leaving the group since we couldn't "put him on fast forward" as my mom suggested. fine with me ... more picture-taking time, more house-browsing, antique-browsing, and time to sit staring out over the water contemplating life or something like it.
sunday was relaxing with church, lunch and then going through more things i've have stored at the 'rents for years. i threw out most of it, but i'm such a packrat, always thinking i could use something later for some other project. i found a notebook from middle school with a ranking of some of the boys in my classes. i was apparently industrious enough to draw a chart and rank them, inviting others in the class to participate. i really needed to get a life.
finally, on the way back to raleigh i had a minor run-in with the law. on the way back into town i decided to drop off a library book. since the library was closed (it was 7 PM, duh), i decided to pull into the one way only portion to turn around to the dropbox. lucky me, i met a copy coming toward me head-on. attempting to pretend as if i wasn't breaking the law (i WAS going one way!), i pulled up to the dropbox and dropped off the book. mr. po-po walked up to my window and asked to see my license and registration. busted! he mispronounced my last name and out of habit i corrected him. heh. i was lucky he didn't think it was serious enough to warrant a ticket but warned me not to be so rebellious again. um, yeah, living on the edge in the library parking lot!
and that was my hott weekend update. the end.
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Haha -- tisk tisk on your run-in with the law.
And I won't even mention how old my parents are.
HYNESIC
um...I didn't read any of this because your first sentence was a falicy. ::evil::
and I spelled "fallacy" wrong...doh!
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