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verbicideHow can it already be almost 2PM? It's my day off--today should go SLOW.
We got back late last night. The trip was mixed--good parts, bad parts, exasperating parts. Nothing too brutal, though. Jeff was as fabulous as expected. He had a great time and I was frankly relieved that I managed to contain my sulk. My family loved him and he fit in pretty perfectly. (Down to joining us for the daily morning dogpile and swinging my nephews around.)
Jeff made the excruciating bearable, but holy crap were we giddy about coming home. There was this older woman in her sixties who was pretty much a braying mule of bizarreness. She kept loudly talking at everyone. I don't know what the circumstances were, but her husband was sitting about five rows back, and when it turned out there was an empty seat next to her--he refused to join her. Some other guy (I think he was off-duty crew or something) tried to sit next to her and she kept trying to bizarrely dissuade him, insisting her husband was going to come sit next to her (and then this disembodied voice would float up from the back, "No I'm not! I have to listen to her all the time as it is.") The guy was confused and I think that we were all a little disquieted by the notion that it might be a racial thing. (He was a young black guy. She was gringo central.)
She kept going on about coach. I didn't quite get what she meant, but at the end when the plane had landed and we were all poised for exit witih our bags, she kept saying (and shouting abck to her husband) that coach wasn't that horrible after all. So the woman who had a seat in the row behind her finally said, "IS this your first time in coach or something?" And the woman said, "This is our first time flying in coach...in about 9 years." There was a brief stunned silence and the young woman heartily boomed, 'Well. WELCOME." And we all nearly died laughing. Then she turned her attention to Jeff and asked if he wanted to be a hero. He didn't realize at first that she was talking to him, but apparently she wanted him to take down her luggage. So he did and she announced that we all had to kiss him. Um, silence. So she shouted, "Well, I'll kiss you." And he politely let her kiss his cheek.
Also, it turns out that Jeff is a giant baby about having his ass kicked at Scrabble. I think the score when we stopped (because we were landing) was 300 to 100 and boy did he not like that. I took endless shit when the OFFICIAL SCRABBLE DICTIONARY was okay with "quin" and Jeff... was not. OMG there was endless ENDLESS abuse. Apparently Jeff's Scrabble vocabulary is limited to proper nouns and dirty words. It was wildly entertaining. Even if it means he hates me now. Muhahahahaa!!
SeaTac Alaska Baggage Claim is the slowest, lamest service on earth. We waited forever and ever. Then waited for our shuttle. We were so giddy when we finally got into my car. LA had slow roasted us all weekend. It was disgusting. Seattle's cool air was a blessed relief. We got home around 1AM, but neither one of us was tired. We made some scrabbled eggs with red bells, Italian parsley, smoked mozzarella, and green onions and had it with the last of the wheat toast. It was such fucking nirvana sitting on the couches with Brutus (KITTY) who purred and purred with us. We watched The Soup and then an episode of The Daily Show where we seriously nearly threw up laughing at Jon Stewart's riff on James Carvell. Which, holy Christ. We were nearly hysterical. (Jeff: "Two found dead at home with strange abdominal injuries.") We were laughing so hard we heard like half of it. We couldn't stop laughing until the end of the episode when Jeff made me rewind it --which just the act of rewinding it made us cackle. God. We both went to bed and lay there snickering for another half hour.
Sleep was the most exciting thing ever. At home. In a glorious full-sized bed. AND SLEEPING-IN OMG I LOVE YOU UNIVERSE CAN I PLEASE FRENCH KISS YOU?
I hope everyone had a great weekend!
We got back late last night. The trip was mixed--good parts, bad parts, exasperating parts. Nothing too brutal, though. Jeff was as fabulous as expected. He had a great time and I was frankly relieved that I managed to contain my sulk. My family loved him and he fit in pretty perfectly. (Down to joining us for the daily morning dogpile and swinging my nephews around.)
Jeff made the excruciating bearable, but holy crap were we giddy about coming home. There was this older woman in her sixties who was pretty much a braying mule of bizarreness. She kept loudly talking at everyone. I don't know what the circumstances were, but her husband was sitting about five rows back, and when it turned out there was an empty seat next to her--he refused to join her. Some other guy (I think he was off-duty crew or something) tried to sit next to her and she kept trying to bizarrely dissuade him, insisting her husband was going to come sit next to her (and then this disembodied voice would float up from the back, "No I'm not! I have to listen to her all the time as it is.") The guy was confused and I think that we were all a little disquieted by the notion that it might be a racial thing. (He was a young black guy. She was gringo central.)
She kept going on about coach. I didn't quite get what she meant, but at the end when the plane had landed and we were all poised for exit witih our bags, she kept saying (and shouting abck to her husband) that coach wasn't that horrible after all. So the woman who had a seat in the row behind her finally said, "IS this your first time in coach or something?" And the woman said, "This is our first time flying in coach...in about 9 years." There was a brief stunned silence and the young woman heartily boomed, 'Well. WELCOME." And we all nearly died laughing. Then she turned her attention to Jeff and asked if he wanted to be a hero. He didn't realize at first that she was talking to him, but apparently she wanted him to take down her luggage. So he did and she announced that we all had to kiss him. Um, silence. So she shouted, "Well, I'll kiss you." And he politely let her kiss his cheek.
Also, it turns out that Jeff is a giant baby about having his ass kicked at Scrabble. I think the score when we stopped (because we were landing) was 300 to 100 and boy did he not like that. I took endless shit when the OFFICIAL SCRABBLE DICTIONARY was okay with "quin" and Jeff... was not. OMG there was endless ENDLESS abuse. Apparently Jeff's Scrabble vocabulary is limited to proper nouns and dirty words. It was wildly entertaining. Even if it means he hates me now. Muhahahahaa!!
SeaTac Alaska Baggage Claim is the slowest, lamest service on earth. We waited forever and ever. Then waited for our shuttle. We were so giddy when we finally got into my car. LA had slow roasted us all weekend. It was disgusting. Seattle's cool air was a blessed relief. We got home around 1AM, but neither one of us was tired. We made some scrabbled eggs with red bells, Italian parsley, smoked mozzarella, and green onions and had it with the last of the wheat toast. It was such fucking nirvana sitting on the couches with Brutus (KITTY) who purred and purred with us. We watched The Soup and then an episode of The Daily Show where we seriously nearly threw up laughing at Jon Stewart's riff on James Carvell. Which, holy Christ. We were nearly hysterical. (Jeff: "Two found dead at home with strange abdominal injuries.") We were laughing so hard we heard like half of it. We couldn't stop laughing until the end of the episode when Jeff made me rewind it --which just the act of rewinding it made us cackle. God. We both went to bed and lay there snickering for another half hour.
Sleep was the most exciting thing ever. At home. In a glorious full-sized bed. AND SLEEPING-IN OMG I LOVE YOU UNIVERSE CAN I PLEASE FRENCH KISS YOU?
I hope everyone had a great weekend!
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Date: 2008-09-01 10:09 pm (UTC)Welcome back to the coolness of the PacNW!!
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Date: 2008-09-01 11:30 pm (UTC)Though your comment cracks me up because it was exactly like an episode of Seinfeld!!!
And thank you--it is SO good to be back!!
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Date: 2008-09-01 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-01 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-07 03:49 am (UTC)blah blah fishcakes!
Date: 2008-09-07 07:48 am (UTC)*soothes* There there. You can continue to kick my ass at virtually every other thing we do together! (Trivial Pursuit for one!)