Write-up!
And let me tell you, it's really weird to be doing a write-up of a weekend that didn't involve traveling on the part of Aaron and/or myself.
Last Wednesday night, we left around 11:30 to pick up our copy of MGS4 at Gamestop. Came home, did the install, watched the opening, went to bed around 1 a.m. This was the last we played it until Monday night.
Aaron took Thursday afternoon off work. Around 3:30, he went to Blockbuster to buy some Diet Coke for our guests, and I set to the important task of changing the auto-login on our Xbox to something more innocuous. I watched outside, and around 4 I saw my parents pull up. I went outside to greet them, and as I did so, Aaron pulled into the driveway bringing home the Diet Coke.
We unloaded my parents' car and showed them around the house, which they like very much, and took care of the various tranfers of items that people had been borrowing or had left behind (mostly scrapbooking stuff). Then we discussed weekend plans; specifically, that night's dinner plans. My parents wanted to take us to dinner a couple times while they were here, and Aaron and I had discussed having them take us to Buca di Beppo. I pointed out that it shouldn't be too crowded or noisy on a Thursday night, so off we went.
Dinner was tasty (prosciutto-stuffed mushrooms and sausage-stuffed shells), and afterwards we came back to the house. I don't really remember what we did, probably some minor video-gaming and several episodes of Get Smart. And showed some pictures on the Wii.
Aaron took Friday off, and we drove up to Fishers to shop at Fry's, which Dad especially enjoyed, and we stopped at Shane to get our rings cleaned. We stopped at Hardee's for lunch on the way home, which was better than expected. On the way back we stopped at a scrapbooking store on 86th Street, where Mom and I got some stuff on clearance. For dinner I made turkey pot pie filling over biscuits, and spare time was again filled with minor gaming and episodes of Get Smart. We showed them Lego Star Wars as well.
Saturday, we stopped at a yard sale on our way out of the neighborhood (a book for Mom; a wire cube rack and three old Choose Your Own Adventure books for me), then went up to the state museum, largely for their Indiana quilts exhibit for Mom. Who couldn't take the open-sided stairs to the third floor because of a height phobia. So the other three of us went through the museum, took lots of pictures of the quilts for her, etc. Went to Subway for lunch. Showed Mom the quilt pictures using the Wii. Was there something else we did that day? Can't remember. I made pasta and awesome bread for dinner, though, and then we watched Clue.
Sunday, Dad and Aaron went to visit the museum at the racetrack; Mom and I visited a scrapbooking store she doesn't have near her. I got some acrylic stamps and a great deal on some stickers. That's about all, but it took some time. The guys arrived back at the house about a minute behind us pulling into the driveway. We had a wide variety of leftovers for lunch, looked at the guys' museum pictures on the Wii, then did stuff independently and quietly for a while, until we went up the road for a round of miniature golf. Aaron won by about 12; the rest of us were within a single stroke of each other. Aaron made ribs, potatoes, beans, and a pasta side for dinner (for Father's Day). Oh, and called his dad at some point. In the evening, we went to Coldstone Creamery, which was tasty, although while we were waiting in line, the in-store music played "Never Gonna Give You Up," hence this post.
Monday morning, Aaron left for work at the usual time, and my parents left just before 9 a.m., calling me at 3:30 to let me know they'd gotten home.
Not nearly as horrible as I had feared.
Running themes:
- Dad's repeated insistence that we keep the snacks they had brought for their road trip
- Dad's repeated insistence that we let him buy us pop to replace what they'd used while here (despite our repeated insistence that we don't drink pop anymore)
- Dad's repeated insistence on helping to fix our garbage disposal (despite our repeated insistence that we weren't that concerned about it)
- Dad's repeated insistence that we were more than welcome to go visit Aaron's dad for Father's Day (despite our repeated insistence that no one's toes were being stepped on)
That's a wrap.
Last Wednesday night, we left around 11:30 to pick up our copy of MGS4 at Gamestop. Came home, did the install, watched the opening, went to bed around 1 a.m. This was the last we played it until Monday night.
Aaron took Thursday afternoon off work. Around 3:30, he went to Blockbuster to buy some Diet Coke for our guests, and I set to the important task of changing the auto-login on our Xbox to something more innocuous. I watched outside, and around 4 I saw my parents pull up. I went outside to greet them, and as I did so, Aaron pulled into the driveway bringing home the Diet Coke.
We unloaded my parents' car and showed them around the house, which they like very much, and took care of the various tranfers of items that people had been borrowing or had left behind (mostly scrapbooking stuff). Then we discussed weekend plans; specifically, that night's dinner plans. My parents wanted to take us to dinner a couple times while they were here, and Aaron and I had discussed having them take us to Buca di Beppo. I pointed out that it shouldn't be too crowded or noisy on a Thursday night, so off we went.
Dinner was tasty (prosciutto-stuffed mushrooms and sausage-stuffed shells), and afterwards we came back to the house. I don't really remember what we did, probably some minor video-gaming and several episodes of Get Smart. And showed some pictures on the Wii.
Aaron took Friday off, and we drove up to Fishers to shop at Fry's, which Dad especially enjoyed, and we stopped at Shane to get our rings cleaned. We stopped at Hardee's for lunch on the way home, which was better than expected. On the way back we stopped at a scrapbooking store on 86th Street, where Mom and I got some stuff on clearance. For dinner I made turkey pot pie filling over biscuits, and spare time was again filled with minor gaming and episodes of Get Smart. We showed them Lego Star Wars as well.
Saturday, we stopped at a yard sale on our way out of the neighborhood (a book for Mom; a wire cube rack and three old Choose Your Own Adventure books for me), then went up to the state museum, largely for their Indiana quilts exhibit for Mom. Who couldn't take the open-sided stairs to the third floor because of a height phobia. So the other three of us went through the museum, took lots of pictures of the quilts for her, etc. Went to Subway for lunch. Showed Mom the quilt pictures using the Wii. Was there something else we did that day? Can't remember. I made pasta and awesome bread for dinner, though, and then we watched Clue.
Sunday, Dad and Aaron went to visit the museum at the racetrack; Mom and I visited a scrapbooking store she doesn't have near her. I got some acrylic stamps and a great deal on some stickers. That's about all, but it took some time. The guys arrived back at the house about a minute behind us pulling into the driveway. We had a wide variety of leftovers for lunch, looked at the guys' museum pictures on the Wii, then did stuff independently and quietly for a while, until we went up the road for a round of miniature golf. Aaron won by about 12; the rest of us were within a single stroke of each other. Aaron made ribs, potatoes, beans, and a pasta side for dinner (for Father's Day). Oh, and called his dad at some point. In the evening, we went to Coldstone Creamery, which was tasty, although while we were waiting in line, the in-store music played "Never Gonna Give You Up," hence this post.
Monday morning, Aaron left for work at the usual time, and my parents left just before 9 a.m., calling me at 3:30 to let me know they'd gotten home.
Not nearly as horrible as I had feared.
Running themes:
- Dad's repeated insistence that we keep the snacks they had brought for their road trip
- Dad's repeated insistence that we let him buy us pop to replace what they'd used while here (despite our repeated insistence that we don't drink pop anymore)
- Dad's repeated insistence on helping to fix our garbage disposal (despite our repeated insistence that we weren't that concerned about it)
- Dad's repeated insistence that we were more than welcome to go visit Aaron's dad for Father's Day (despite our repeated insistence that no one's toes were being stepped on)
That's a wrap.