Update 6/30 - 7/7
On Monday, it was so lovely out, we went for a boat
ride. Percy and Casper were big fans,
and also really nice fur blankets for when the sun went down. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but
just after the poison ivy scare in NY, I ended up with the gift of Ivy de
Poison. Though it is suspiciously
located where Percy's paws prefer to perch. Luckily, it's only in a small spot,
but still hella annoying. I was very
grateful for easy access to spray benedryl.
After work on Tuesday, Dawne put on a movie. She told me it was a sweet movie about a man
protecting his family. 5 minutes in a
zombie came out of NO WHERE. Percy ran
to comfort me, and together we finished watching World War Z.
On Wednesday night, despite the 90 degree weather, I
decided to bake 10 dozen Brookies, 5 pounds of Mac and Cheese and 3 pounds of
ziti - all for the upcoming Lady Liberty Party.
It was ridiculously warm that evening, so cooking was a terrible idea. Plus Zach was having fun in the pool with
friends while I was all grumpy and hot.
The nice thing was that while making and baking, I was reminded of how
my mom used to make brownies and cut all the crusts off for us. Don't worry, crust-loving-weirdos, she put
the crispy bits in a ziplock for Maureen's BFF, Doreen.
The following day, Nater arrived in from Chicago for the
weekend. We all met in Seattle to go to
an art walk that our friends Sandy and Zeynep were showing at. Prior to the event, we grabbed some coffee
and pizza. This is when I heard the
following conversation between Nate & Arda.
Nater: Pie is a basic right of freedom. It's pie, then freedom of speech.
Arda: Wait, what about gun?
Nater: Oh right, pie, guns, speech and then knives and
forks.
Nater: Did you watch the World Cup?
Lucas: No, I was hiking that day.
The art walk was super fun, even though I don't know how
I feel about seeing paintings from Sandy's living room and dining room for
sale. Actually, I do know how I feel:
not good.
Sandy: I went out with my book club on Saturday for
dinner.
Me: You're in a book club?
Sandy: Well, it's more of a wine club.
Me: Do you still read books?
Sandy: Yeah, but we don't actually read the same
book. In fact, last week we went to go
see Funny Girl together. However, we do
all know HOW to read.
Dawne: Jordan and I went to a wine and paint class last
week, but I was so embarrassed by our work I wouldn't let him take them
home. He offered to bring them for the
bonfire, but I was afraid part of it wouldn't burn and it would get back to
us.
The boys were all deep in discussion on Friday morning
when I heard Zach say, "Hey, (insert name of his alma mater) isn't
hell. It's just a low bar. Maybe the definition of a low bar."
Friday was also the big party day, so there was lots to
do before hundreds of people arrived. Lucas and I took separate cars to do our
errands. While still in the driveway, we
put our windows down and I heard Lucas say, "Siri play Tarzan soundtrack."
When I left the party store and was trying to get the balloons in the car, a
woman came up to me laughing and saying, "What's really funny, is there is
a guy over there, also in a Prius that has his own share of 50 some balloons
that he's trying to shove into a car just like you!" Yeah, that was Lucas. For lunch we went to McD's, the most American
place we could think of. I then made us
stop off for even more ice on the way home.
We had to park the cars up at the other house for space, but luckily,
Lucas helped me carry the ice.
Me: You're so strong!
Lucas: That's why they call me macho man. It's not just
my affinity for disco.
During the party, Amy and Tyler arrived - Amy holding a
baby and Tyler holding a dog.
Me: Did you bring me a dog?
Tyler: Kind of. I found him on the road.
When we asked Dawne if she had
ever seen the dog before she oohed and aahed, took him into the house and
called him Jack, on account of the fact that he only had one eye. Then she proceeded to get upset that he
wasn't responding to his new name. I
told her repeatedly that we were NOT keeping Jack, the one-eyed pirate. The pups had a kind of rough night actually
with the fireworks, in fact at around 1 am, Casper and Nala ran away. Well, Casper ran like 8 blocks away, and Nala
was hiding under the bed.
After the drama of looking for
Casper we were so emotionally exhausted, we just went to sleep... forgetting to
clean up anything. Including shutting
off the grill (which had a pot of chilly simmering on it), and never unplugged
the crock pot and a host of other sadly wasted food.
Otherwise, it was a pretty
successful party. We went through over
200 plates, which is kind of the only way to explain how many people were
there. On the following day, we were
cleaning up and we found a yo-yo on the ground.
Lucas: What is this doing on
the ground?
Me: I saw a little kid playing
with it.
Lucas: What would a little kid
be doing with a yo-yo?
Me: Seriously?
Lucas: Yeah. It's like saying what would a little
kid want to do with a spread sheet? Yo-yo’s are serious business.
As we were cleaning up some of
the condiments, Luke told me, "When I was lil I used to feel bad
for ketchup b/c it didn't get the same respect as all the other sauces.’Oh
ketchup? You can get that over there.'
Why isn't it with all the other sauces?"
Oh! And we brought Jack over to
the vet and found a flyer so we could return him home. The rest of the weekend was spent in the pool
or on the boat. Seriously, all day. And I know I'm old enough to know better, but
I didn't reapply my sunblock enough, and got super burnt. I think I was trying not to put the lotion on
my sunburn, but instead I just got sunburned poison ivy. Not my best work.
Lucas: I need to get my phone from your car.
Jordan: What?
Lucas: I mean, your car that goes in the water.
On Saturday night, I was supposed to meet up with an old
college friend, but he plane got delayed.
Instead, I saw this on Instagram from my other college friends, which is
almost as good as an in person visit.
Becky still hung out with me on Saturday though. We went to the iPic, but the fancy expensive
seats were already sold out. As soon as
we sat down Becky turned to me and said, "I feel like a peasant." I mean, seriously. We had to bring our own adult beverages from
the bar, and no recliners? Ridiculous.
:P
Hope you had a lovely 4th (if you can remember that far
back. :)
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