I slept in late this morning and woke up to a gorgeously blue Indiana sky filled with beautiful clouds. There is something so romantic and different about a wide, blue Midwestern sky. Very different to my city-girl eyes. It was deceptively clear though, since it was 36 degrees out. 36 freaking, frighteningly cold degrees. We still had to venture out for lunch.
But apparently it’s tradition for the “men” to go out for sushi whenever they have get-togethers. This year, despite being disinvited several times, Reyann and I strong-armed our way into the “men’s gathering” and turned it more into a family lunch.
I have to say, it wasn’t as scary nor as awful as I had been imagining. The food was perfectly acceptable even though I don’t think M cared for his bento box. He was looking for a hunk of chicken smothered in teriyaki sauce, not little chopped-up old nuggety bits of poultry. But the company was wonderful and we all had a good time. The harried waitress was hard-put serving a party of 8 though, buzzing in and out with questions and excuses every two minutes. M said she was “high-strung.” I didn’t get to eat my ordered vegetable udon because the waitress said they ran out of noodles two-thirds through our meal, but I didn’t care. We had so many rolls. So many.
Bellies happy, the girls were supposed to go watch “Tangled” at Metropolis. However, I flaked on Reyann and Hannah. I was so tired after all the food and green tea ice cream – I needed a nap.
After a super-long nap, I was back in the game. Just in time too. The girls got back and it was competition time. M has been trash-talking Hannah for months, telling her that I was going to take her down and hand her ass to her in Dance Dance Revolution. Nevermind mind the fact that I never play video games and am supremely unathletic.
The stupid game is so much harder than it looks. M and I struggled and sweated our way to get a grade of C. Then we quit. We knew we had reached our pinnacles.
Hope you’re having a great holiday!