It’s been three days since my last update, I think it’s fair to say
this is going to be [as] brief [as I ever get.]
Other than a bunch of work stuff, I also watched a bunch of TV. Thrilling!
I’m also convinced that work changed the brew of coffee in the Starbucks
machine, because it has been especially amazing lately. So good, in fact, that I’ll probably refill
three times before I’m done writing. I
also started brushing up on my Spanish. While I might have 8 years of Spanish
under my belt, that belt hasn’t been used in ten years, so I need a lot of
help. I promised Kathi I would be in
top form for South America 2013(!!!) so I did a lot of studying this
weekend.
We had a team happy hour on Thursday night, in which Christy
announced that she had never been good at team sports. Something about saying
that AT a team meeting, was hilarious to me.
As soon as we sat down, I said we should see who breaks down first to
look at their phone, which was chuckle worthy, until I realized that I was
definitely the first person to check work email. I had to!
And then, when I saw that I needed a file off the share, I looked around
and thought, “Who would still be working right now that could help me do my
job? Tyler!” and he was, and he did. And
I thank him thoroughly for helping, and not vindictively sending me the wrong
file. (To be fair, he didn’t know that I
was asking for the favor from a bar.) Long story short, we had some drinks and apps
for an hour or two before I officially triggered so that I could meet Dawne,
Aunt Pat, Cassidy and Shannon to get our nails did.
Zach has been playing the top game apps to figure out what people
love and want to spend their money on so that he can create top selling
games. As he was discussing his ideas
last week, Lucas reduced Zach’s ingenuity to one sentence when he said, “I
can't wait to make a meme of ‘Idea man Zach’ as soon as I learn how to use that
photo shop the kids are talking about.”
After Zach brought home a new laptop:
Me: Since when have you been a PC?
Zach: Since it’s a third of the cost. I'm brand loyal but I'm also
very cheap. And you know what's funny? It's not even my money. [Dad] would have
bought me anything I wanted.
This, my friends, is where stereo types get reinforced.
Saturday morning we all went to the dog park, and then I “attended”
my niece Morgan’s birthday party via Face Time.
I got cupcakes and candles, sang, and then told her to blow really hard. You’re not trying hard enough. Really blow! I though this whole scenario was
hilarious – though I’m not sure she found it as amusing to get cupcakes that
you can never eat. I also thought it was
funny that people at the party heard my voice, and thought I was there – but
Bailey, who I was talking to kept saying, “I can’t hear you – I can’t hear
her!” Technology.
We had very good intentions of seeing a video game themed burlesque
show Saturday evening, but it got sold out.
Super sad face. When I called
Becky to tell her, she was on the phone with someone else. I figured, by the time she got off the phone,
I could make it over to her house. I
stopped to fill up Stella’s tank – which is when I saw a small child almost get
run over. The little boy was probably 1
and ½. Walking, but just barely. He was accompanied by two young men between
the ages of 17-19. They were walking
through the gas station/Jamba Juice parking lot. Neither were hold this little boy’s
hand. He fell once, but not badly. They two guys were oh so helpfully telling
him to “Keep up buddy” and “Let’s go kid!” until eventually, they little boy
was way behind. He smiled at me, as I
told him to look ahead and catch up and as I was about to run over and just
walk this kid to his Adult friends, a car came speeding around the corner. Luckily, instead of needing gas, they just
parked in one of those gas station parking spaces that you are always like,
“why do they even have those?” If that
wasn’t this SUV’s goal, there was no way I would have been able to save him –
and his adult buddies were both 30 ft from him and looking the other way. When I repeated this story to Dawne:
Me: This is why we hold hands.
Dawne: Did you hear that?
When you are with small children you ALWAYS hold hands.
Zach & Luke: Of course.
Dawne: Especially in parking lots.
Luke: Well, everywhere except parking lots. Don’t be ridiculous.
Dawne: No. Even in parking
lots.
Luke: Why would you hold hands in parking lots? Mom, come on.
Dawne: Are you kidding with
me. Tell me right now you’re going to
hold hands.
Luke: Yes, mom. I’m just kidding.
Anyway, post little kid incident, I drove over to Becky’s so that
when she called me back, I was standing outside of her door and she could hear
my phone ringing through the window.
Sorry, I got impatient. From
there, we headed to “Bite of Seattle”, only parking was crazy, so crazy we
decided to Valet at the space needle, but even that was full. We gave up, and headed to lunch at the
Lunchbox Laboratory. No sooner had we
sat down when a gentleman asked if he could sit down and tell us a story. This led to he and his friend joining us for
45 minutes. Naturally. Two guys, one bald, but used to have long
golden blonde hair, and guy from Baltimore.
28 (or 30 depending on which one you asked) years ago, after being held
in a jail in Mexico, the two guys, who had been in the US Coast Guard, drove
from Mexico to North Carolina. There,
Balto dropped off Bald at the airport, paid for Bald’s plane ticket home, and
then they promised each other on July 21’s at noon, they would meet at Pike
Place Market. Without seeing each other,
or confirming plans, they met that day a la Love Affair or Sleepless in
Seattle.
Bald also tried picking me up, while Balto tried to explain that we
did not want to be picked up. Bald also
asked if I was an athlete – to which I replied, “Well I did play soccer this morning with the dog. We’re trying to teach him to play without
biting the ball.” Balto also tried to
tell me that I couldn’t possibly have more than 4 friends, and that people
don’t change after age 8. Oh. really.
Of course there was a delightful story about Barbados. Apparently, Bald met up with a guy who had
been in the Marines with his father in Barbados. The Father and Friend hadn’t seen each other
in 20 years, but the friend recognized Bald because he looked just like his
dad. The Friend took Bald and Balto to
the brothel that he owned in Barbados.
When they got there, in the lobby, there was a monkey named Skippy, who
was pleasuring himself. Balto didn’t
think that was an appropriate thing to do in front of ladies, so he tried to
distract the Skippy from his nuts, with a peanut. Skippy didn’t appreciate the interruption and
promptly bit Balto on the finger that was extending the gift of
nourishment. Balto wrapped his finger
with his shirt (he was bleeding quite a bit due to the blood thinning qualities
of Rum.) Balto and Bald tried to see a
doctor, but because Skippy was a monkey, they had to go back and get paper’s
signed saying that the monkey didn’t have rabies . But they didn’t stich the
wound because of the bacteria that monkey’s carry. This caused Balto, who normally would do a
lot of hand work with ropes and such on the ship, to have to hold up his
pointer finger high for 8 weeks and direct instead of help. If only he knew how well I can relate to that
situation. I’m surprised I didn’t show
him my scar from cutting that banana (a food that maybe Skippy actually have
enjoyed.)
Oh! And Bald kept starting every story with “True Story” and Becky
explained that he wasn’t using that phrase correctly. See I like to tell a story, wait until I see
if you think it’s believable or not, and THEN say True Story. Otherwise you just sound like you’re a liar.
After that jaunt, I dropped Becky at home and headed to South
center for dinner and shopping. Earlier
that morning, I was sitting outside with Dawne and Lucas, and Lucas was talking
about wanting to put a down payment on a bass amp. I started giving him a hard time about giving
up on DJ Supa Squids, even though, I know that he hasn’t at all given up on his
turntable career. I had a delightful
time riling him, until finally Dawne called out what I was doing. Then at dinner, Lucas did the exact same
thing to me, only this time in reference to diets. Until, of course, Dawne pointed out what he
was doing. Lucas 1, Tiffany 1. This game is not going to end well. We celebrated our tied match by listening to
some Salt-n-Pepa and watching She’s All That.
That Freddie Prinze Jr. Am I right, people?
Speaking of musical careers, Rick, from work said the other day,
“Seeing my 3 year old beat box is the cutest thing ever - especially because
it’s just him spitting on his arm.” Ad – or – a – ble
Sunday, we jumped into the pool for a bit. Mila, Dawne’s friend is in town. She asked
about the fish in the lake and soon we were talking about Salmon. Lucas summed it up by saying, “It's a
majestic journey that ends with their death.”
I had really good intentions of going to Kirkland Uncorked and other fun
times with the fam, but realized that my ears were hurting enough that I needed
to take a nap. I finally got up and read
some more from my Spanish for Gringo’s book, watched the end of When Harry Met
Sally, and then I went to sleep again.
EXHILARATING.
