Saturday Afternoon:
I'm sitting here in the hotel room all by my lonesome right now. Mike and Scott are out looking at tug boats or revisiting the edible panties they saw in the Victoria's Secret window today or taking pictures of one of the oldest strip clubs in Oregon. I don't remember which they said they were going to do. Monica is at her coach class.
I had an enlightening morning taking the Max to Ikea, where I proceeded to discover that Ikea is great if you enjoy one-stop shopping and/or if you already have all your major pieces of furniture, but not so much for folks like me who are still searching to find traditional pieces at a reasonable price (and who will doggedly search high and low for as long as it takes to find exactly what I want at a price I can afford), although there were some bed linens I really loved.
I then went and picked up my luggage from the airport. On the way back, my aunt called with my cousin's number and I gave him a call. Pat lives in Portland and seems enthusiastic about getting together today. I also have to fit a run in. We'll see what happens. Right now, I'm waiting for him to return my call and let me know what he has in mind.
Note to the ladies-- the YOUNG ladies -- Pat is the cousin I refer to as my hot cousin. I'm just proud to share 1/16 of my gene pool with him (is the ratio right?). I'll post a picture to prove it to you as soon as I have one.
Pat just called and we're going to hang out. Hopefully, walking around will be able to be my run today, because I think it's going to get dark soon.
Saturday Night: Not much to report. The boys are out getting Quiznos for dinner. Monica and I are ready to watch a movie and turn in for the night. Ciao!
Written on Saturday morning: Last night was uneventful, except that the airport left my luggage in Boise, I found out I had to share a bed with Scott, and we had a rude waitress at the Italian restaurant where we ate. I'm tired today, without clean clothing, congested, and wishing I could change my clothes. Here are some notable quotes from the weekend so far:
Scenario One: Team Apex decides to give Dave a friendly call at 9:40 pm on the first night he's seen his girlfriend in, like, two months.
Dave: (unimpressed) Anything else you want to tell me?
Liz: (To the room)Anything else I'm supposed to tell Dave?
Scott: Yeah! Tell him you got some nookie!
Liz : (to Dave) Yeah. I ate some Italian pasta called "gnocchi" for dinner and Scott can't pronounce it so he calls it "nookie". So I'm supposed to tell you that I got some nookie.
Dave: Uh . . .Thanks. Well, we're gonna crash because we've got to get up early.
Liz:Okay. And don't worry. We won't call you again until tomorrow night at this time!
Scenario 2: Everyone is ready to go to sleep Friday night.
Liz: Hey, Scott. Could you close the second curtain? There's too much light coming through the first and I need dark to sleep.
Scott: Geez, Liz! How much dark do you need? There's hardly any light coming through that window!
Mike: Scotty, this is a lesson you need to learn. Close the curtain. It's a small price to pay to make her shut up!
Liz's Note: Excellent advice, I think!
Scenario: Saturday morning right after everyone gets up.
Mike: We're all awake and the TV's not on? This is just wrong. (Turns the TV on) (Happily) Oh, Shit! Mr. Rogers! (Proceeds to watch Mr. Rogers teach his neighbors to bowl)
More Serious Stuff:
Well, eating-wise yesterday was no prize. That gnocchi for dinner probably took care of the nutrition goals for the day.
A. Eat light!
B. Four liters of water
Liz
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