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Thursday, June 14, 2012
Bend & Snap
I meant to post this a long time ago but for whatever reason only saved it as a draft. I know I should just hit delete, but I can't. It's too funny. And don't even act like you haven't seen Legally Blonde.
Old San Antone
Matt and I spent last weekend in San Antonio, and on Thursday night when I asked what I should pack he mentioned that there was a little event on Saturday that we kinda-maybe-definitely needed to make an appearance at. Turns out a client had asked him to sponsor a table at a church/service organization's Hawaiian dance party several months ago and he, being the dedicated financial planner that he is, obliged. But then completely forgot about it until he ran into that same client two days before the event. Good thing we were in SA that weekend.
Flash forward to Saturday night. First, we didn't exactly blend in with the crowd. Partly because we're white, but mostly because our fellow luau attendees were all 60+. The invitation noted that this was a BYOB event, so (thank you sweet, sweet baby Jesus) we grabbed a bottle of Maker's Mark on our way. Once we saw what we were in for we headed straight to the concession stand to get some ice and mixers. Baffled at why we wouldn't want a "set-up" for just $4, we took the concession stand attendant's advice and – like everyone else – got ourselves a set-up. What's a set-up, you ask (and we asked, but nobody else asked because duh, who doesn't know that)? Not only does a set-up provide enough ice for the evening, it also comes with a delightful selection of olives and maraschino cherries. Yesssir.
So, set-up in hand we headed to our table. Matt's client had generously ensured that we were right on the dance floor, so we made our way to table 33 and sat down. By ourselves. Because none of Matt's co-workers showed up. We'll get to the one exception, who showed up 2 hours into it, in a minute.
This is about the time we realized that the 60+ crowd knows how to throw down on the dance floor (I don't know what happened to the music in the video, but just imagine San Antonio's hottest Latino band blowing it up). This is also when we learned that there were bags of kettle corn for sale and that the DJ wasn't going to let a single bag go unbought. I suggested a drinking game for every time the DJ said "kettle corn" but Matt vetoed, and that was probably for the best. It's at some point in here that we hear shrieking across the room and find out that a lovely couple has decided to take their relationship to the next level with an engagement. The night really had it all...
Like any respectable event, there were a variety of gift baskets being raffled off. These baskets were loaded with culinary delicacies such as beef jerkey and Fritos bean dip (I swear I'm not kidding). There were also some more faith-based baskets, like the one with a twin-pack of rosaries. Think his and hers. Being the bean dip loving man that he is – not at all because his client was standing there – Matt bought some tickets.
Shortly after that, a very socially lubed man (Dave) invited us over to his table. Think the "party table." That's about the same time Matt's co-worker, Eric, joined us after an abrupt ending to a date (turns out not telling the person you're dating that you have a kid is a deal-breaker). Like Matt, he also bought some raffle tickets (what his reason was, I have no idea...maybe he genuinely likes bean dip). Being the lucky people we are, Matt and I are now the proud owners of a beautiful angel stitching. And Eric is not. He didn't win. Although he thought he did which makes things even more fun. Before the raffle began he asked if he should do a cartwheel if he won. Obviously, I encouraged him. Profusely. So they started reading numbers and he did a double take and said, "Wait, I think I won! Did I win?" To which I responded with a lot of fist-pumping and screaming, "You won, you won!" I had no idea what number was read, but it sounded like he did. That's when he proceeded to run out on the dance floor and do a cartwheel...much to my delight. Unfortunately Matt missed the cartwheel, but he did get a picture of the run. The other unfortunate part (yet fortunate at the same time) was that by the time Eric got out there, an older lady had already accepted the prize. That was hers. Not his. Oopsies!
The rest of the night entailed a lot more laughing, dancing (more so with Dave than Matt), and an empty bottle of whiskey. Despite the ridiculousness that placed us there, we had so much fun. It's those totally random nights that are sometimes the best!
Holy cow this is long. Super, super long. But there was too much that happened not to document it all. So here it is. For ever and ever. Amen.
Flash forward to Saturday night. First, we didn't exactly blend in with the crowd. Partly because we're white, but mostly because our fellow luau attendees were all 60+. The invitation noted that this was a BYOB event, so (thank you sweet, sweet baby Jesus) we grabbed a bottle of Maker's Mark on our way. Once we saw what we were in for we headed straight to the concession stand to get some ice and mixers. Baffled at why we wouldn't want a "set-up" for just $4, we took the concession stand attendant's advice and – like everyone else – got ourselves a set-up. What's a set-up, you ask (and we asked, but nobody else asked because duh, who doesn't know that)? Not only does a set-up provide enough ice for the evening, it also comes with a delightful selection of olives and maraschino cherries. Yesssir.
So, set-up in hand we headed to our table. Matt's client had generously ensured that we were right on the dance floor, so we made our way to table 33 and sat down. By ourselves. Because none of Matt's co-workers showed up. We'll get to the one exception, who showed up 2 hours into it, in a minute.
This is about the time we realized that the 60+ crowd knows how to throw down on the dance floor (I don't know what happened to the music in the video, but just imagine San Antonio's hottest Latino band blowing it up). This is also when we learned that there were bags of kettle corn for sale and that the DJ wasn't going to let a single bag go unbought. I suggested a drinking game for every time the DJ said "kettle corn" but Matt vetoed, and that was probably for the best. It's at some point in here that we hear shrieking across the room and find out that a lovely couple has decided to take their relationship to the next level with an engagement. The night really had it all...
Like any respectable event, there were a variety of gift baskets being raffled off. These baskets were loaded with culinary delicacies such as beef jerkey and Fritos bean dip (I swear I'm not kidding). There were also some more faith-based baskets, like the one with a twin-pack of rosaries. Think his and hers. Being the bean dip loving man that he is – not at all because his client was standing there – Matt bought some tickets.
Shortly after that, a very socially lubed man (Dave) invited us over to his table. Think the "party table." That's about the same time Matt's co-worker, Eric, joined us after an abrupt ending to a date (turns out not telling the person you're dating that you have a kid is a deal-breaker). Like Matt, he also bought some raffle tickets (what his reason was, I have no idea...maybe he genuinely likes bean dip). Being the lucky people we are, Matt and I are now the proud owners of a beautiful angel stitching. And Eric is not. He didn't win. Although he thought he did which makes things even more fun. Before the raffle began he asked if he should do a cartwheel if he won. Obviously, I encouraged him. Profusely. So they started reading numbers and he did a double take and said, "Wait, I think I won! Did I win?" To which I responded with a lot of fist-pumping and screaming, "You won, you won!" I had no idea what number was read, but it sounded like he did. That's when he proceeded to run out on the dance floor and do a cartwheel...much to my delight. Unfortunately Matt missed the cartwheel, but he did get a picture of the run. The other unfortunate part (yet fortunate at the same time) was that by the time Eric got out there, an older lady had already accepted the prize. That was hers. Not his. Oopsies!
The rest of the night entailed a lot more laughing, dancing (more so with Dave than Matt), and an empty bottle of whiskey. Despite the ridiculousness that placed us there, we had so much fun. It's those totally random nights that are sometimes the best!
Holy cow this is long. Super, super long. But there was too much that happened not to document it all. So here it is. For ever and ever. Amen.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Happy Birthday!!
Today is Anne's birthday! Since Anne has basically been taking care of all of us for as long as she's been alive, it's no real surprise that she's moved into her newest role as new-mom-extraordinaire like a champ. (It doesn't hurt that her sweet, sweet baby is just about the cutest thing in the world.) She definitely makes 31 look good. Happy b-day Anne!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Let Your Crazy Out
In the week since I read Laura's post and decided that I, too, should jump on the Pinterest train, it's become something of a time-sucking, know-it's-probably-wrong-but-can't-quite-make-myself-stop obsession instead. Kind of like I thought it would be. (Thanks a lot Laura, this is all your fault.)
What's it called when you become interested in something and then suddenly it's all around you? Well, whatever that's called, that's what's going on. Last Friday (the day I read LB's post) there were multiple posts on Facebook about Pinterest (strangely, some people seem really confused and/or intimidated by it). I've also gotten some good tips from friends. Like Sarai, who explained that if she REALLY loves something she doesn't pin it because she doesn't want people to steal "her" idea. (Helllllll-o, my friends are so smart.)
It's also been interesting to hear from people who aren't so into the whole thing. Like Lundy, who referenced Jackie's comment on LB's post and felt the same --- basically, just not really understanding the point of it. It's certainly a valid point. BUT. For. The. Record. After our chat on Sunday afternoon, Lundy ended up pinning her heart out on Sunday night. SUCKAA! (If I happened to check Pinterest while writing this post (psycho!) I might have also seen her post again. Right now. Hehe.)
Now that I'm just rambling I'll point out a few of my favorite things so far:
1. Getting to dream and be creative and "cyber have" all the things I like without spending a penny.
2. Feeling really cool when people like or re-pin my stuff (um, yeah, pretty sure i could pin something that's completely fugly and someone, somewhere would think it was great, but whatever).
3. Joining in on stuff that's not really kosher considering my current life stage (i.e., a wedding board when I'm not even engaged), but that – in this universe – is pretty widely accepted. I will admit that this became slightly more awkward when Matt's sister liked one of my pins on that board. Oopsies. My sisters recommended that I try to keep my craziness a little more concealedlike Lizzi, who's just as crazy but thinks if she titles her board "parties" nobody will notice all the white flowy gowns and diamonds. Good thing Matt already knows I've got a little crazy in me. On a related note, I read this blog post and loved one quote, in particular: "For the love of God, men, PLEASE stay off of Pinterest. Not only will it scare the shit out of you, but it will also convince you that every girl you know is absolutely insane. Do us all a favor, and let us be needy/romantic/delusional hot messes in the privacy of our own gender."
This chic has it so right. And since reading her post I've suggested that Matt never ever ever ever look at my board again. Cheers to all you other hot messes our there.
What's it called when you become interested in something and then suddenly it's all around you? Well, whatever that's called, that's what's going on. Last Friday (the day I read LB's post) there were multiple posts on Facebook about Pinterest (strangely, some people seem really confused and/or intimidated by it). I've also gotten some good tips from friends. Like Sarai, who explained that if she REALLY loves something she doesn't pin it because she doesn't want people to steal "her" idea. (Helllllll-o, my friends are so smart.)
It's also been interesting to hear from people who aren't so into the whole thing. Like Lundy, who referenced Jackie's comment on LB's post and felt the same --- basically, just not really understanding the point of it. It's certainly a valid point. BUT. For. The. Record. After our chat on Sunday afternoon, Lundy ended up pinning her heart out on Sunday night. SUCKAA! (If I happened to check Pinterest while writing this post (psycho!) I might have also seen her post again. Right now. Hehe.)
Now that I'm just rambling I'll point out a few of my favorite things so far:1. Getting to dream and be creative and "cyber have" all the things I like without spending a penny.
2. Feeling really cool when people like or re-pin my stuff (um, yeah, pretty sure i could pin something that's completely fugly and someone, somewhere would think it was great, but whatever).
3. Joining in on stuff that's not really kosher considering my current life stage (i.e., a wedding board when I'm not even engaged), but that – in this universe – is pretty widely accepted. I will admit that this became slightly more awkward when Matt's sister liked one of my pins on that board. Oopsies. My sisters recommended that I try to keep my craziness a little more concealed
This chic has it so right. And since reading her post I've suggested that Matt never ever ever ever look at my board again. Cheers to all you other hot messes our there.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Mmmmm Good
One of my goals for 2012 is to cook more often. Cooking for one just isn't all that great, plus by the time I get home from work I'm usually ready to eat whatever I can get my hands on so I tend to make something that's QUICK. But, I really like cooking, it's usually less expensive and healthier* than eating out, and the more I do it the better I'll get, so I'm going to try to cook a "real" meal (I'm defining this as needing a recipe and most likely requiring the stove and/or oven) at least every other week. Not all that often, I realize, but I'm all about realistic goals and that's certainly more than I'm cooking now. Plus, there's no saying I can't do more if I get into it.
Last night was my first shot at it and I had the perfect incentive – one of my good friends at work recently had a baby and I signed up on the "CareCalendar" to bring her dinner. (By the way, I think this idea is amazing, baby or not. If anybody wants to volunteer to bring me dinner on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays for the next few months, please leave a comment and I'll get that rocking.)
This week's dish – prepared last night to be delivered tonight – was a recipe from Anne that we made when we were in Bermuda. I'm really not a fan of enchiladas, but this chicken enchilada casserole recipe was really good and pretty simple. Especially when you buy a rotisserie chicken instead of starting from scratch. Again, baby steps, people. Maybe by the end of the year I'll have cooked my first real chicken. (Ever.) Or maybe not. There's a reason boneless, skinless chicken breasts/tenders exist and same goes for rotisserie chicken. Let's not make this more difficult than it needs to be. Bon Appetit!
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| The lighting in my apartment at night isn't the greatest, but you get the idea. *Also, this one probably doesn't qualify as a "healthier"option. Oops. |
This week's dish – prepared last night to be delivered tonight – was a recipe from Anne that we made when we were in Bermuda. I'm really not a fan of enchiladas, but this chicken enchilada casserole recipe was really good and pretty simple. Especially when you buy a rotisserie chicken instead of starting from scratch. Again, baby steps, people. Maybe by the end of the year I'll have cooked my first real chicken. (Ever.) Or maybe not. There's a reason boneless, skinless chicken breasts/tenders exist and same goes for rotisserie chicken. Let's not make this more difficult than it needs to be. Bon Appetit!
Monday, January 2, 2012
It's The Little Things
How buying a calendar for 2012 can get me so excited is a little crazy, I know, but I've always been a sucker for new school/work supplies. Thanks, Paper Source, you never disappoint.
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