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Yesterday- Went and saw The Princess and the Frog with Melissa, picked Dad up from work around one then came home and ate some soup as Dad wasn't feeling well and needed to take a nap. We then went to her sister's house for a few hours. Discovered two very yummy cheeses. A goat Gouda and some sort of creamy harvati with cranberries. There was also a third cheese but it wasn't that special.
They have two kids, one 4 and a half year old boy who was very funny but said nothing about pirates, zombies or dinosaurs so he's no where near as cool as Wyatt. They also have a one year old girl who was quite adorable. Coco is cuter though. Biased? me? hell freaking yes. Those are my boys.
So we ate dinner and because dad wasn't feeling well we came home around nine thirty. Dad and Melissa went to bed right when we got home.
Okay so I'm 29 right? This is how pathetic I am.
I watched ten minutes of the Carol Burnett show, flipped through the channels to see if I could find anyone besides Carson Daly at Time's Square and then I turned the TV off and I went to bed.
At eleven.
On New Years.
I'm not 29, I'm 59.
Today though, today was an adventure. So dad took Melissa and Woody to the airport while I was asleep. When he came home we decided we were going to go to Chinatown for Burmese and then we'd go to the museums. We drove to the metro station, decided to get off at a stop that looked close to Chinatown and then proceeded to get lost for three hours.
Did I mention my father has a GPS navigator?
You know, there are certain things I got from my father. My eyes, my nose, my sense of humor and his sense of direction, which is none. My mother always said we would get lost in a room with one door. I know I'm going to tell her this story and she's going to laugh.
We walked all over the south end of DC, nowhere near Chinatown or any museum of any kind. The gps thing? I'm pretty sure it was actually trying to walk us to our doom. Yeah, I saw that episode of CSI New York, I know what's up.
This was us, for three hours:
Walk six blocks the wrong way. turn left. walk seven blocks the right way. turn around, walk ten blocks the wrong way. get on train. get off train. walk three blocks right way. turn around. get back on train. go someplace else. walk wrong way. Somehow though, we made it to Chinatown with our feet still intact.
So the original plan was to get Burmese food, but by the time we got there I said let's just pick a place and eat there. So we go inside this place called Tony Cheung's. It was busy but we were seated immediately. Someone came and filled our water glasses but that was it. We actually ended up bailing for several reasons.
1. Bad service.
2. I can get Chinese food anywhere.
3. This is the most important so you may want to write it down, if you ever decide to open a Chinese restaurant and you think that your General Tso's should be 18.50, then that General Tso's better be the best fucking chicken to ever be a chicken. I'm talking the Kobe beef of chickens.
Anyway we then went to Burma, ate garlic noodles with chicken (yay!), some sort of Chicken Curry with potatoes (Eh) and fried eggplant. (Super yay!)
We then went to the Air and Space museum. Why? Because we were walking to the something else and we saw the Air and Space museum first and we said, "Oh the Air and Space museum! Let's go there!"
It was pretty damn awesome though. I might have a tiny crush on Orville Wright now.
There's this thing in the planet exhibit where you can take a quiz to see how much you know about each planet. We did pretty good considering we didn't study at all.
We did get 100 on Earth though, and guess who knows all of her tectonic plates? Oh yeah, this girl. And they said I wouldn't get anything out of my Geology minor.
We're going to go back to the museums tomorrow. Now I'm going to go to sleep, as apparently I am old.
They have two kids, one 4 and a half year old boy who was very funny but said nothing about pirates, zombies or dinosaurs so he's no where near as cool as Wyatt. They also have a one year old girl who was quite adorable. Coco is cuter though. Biased? me? hell freaking yes. Those are my boys.
So we ate dinner and because dad wasn't feeling well we came home around nine thirty. Dad and Melissa went to bed right when we got home.
Okay so I'm 29 right? This is how pathetic I am.
I watched ten minutes of the Carol Burnett show, flipped through the channels to see if I could find anyone besides Carson Daly at Time's Square and then I turned the TV off and I went to bed.
At eleven.
On New Years.
I'm not 29, I'm 59.
Today though, today was an adventure. So dad took Melissa and Woody to the airport while I was asleep. When he came home we decided we were going to go to Chinatown for Burmese and then we'd go to the museums. We drove to the metro station, decided to get off at a stop that looked close to Chinatown and then proceeded to get lost for three hours.
Did I mention my father has a GPS navigator?
You know, there are certain things I got from my father. My eyes, my nose, my sense of humor and his sense of direction, which is none. My mother always said we would get lost in a room with one door. I know I'm going to tell her this story and she's going to laugh.
We walked all over the south end of DC, nowhere near Chinatown or any museum of any kind. The gps thing? I'm pretty sure it was actually trying to walk us to our doom. Yeah, I saw that episode of CSI New York, I know what's up.
This was us, for three hours:
Walk six blocks the wrong way. turn left. walk seven blocks the right way. turn around, walk ten blocks the wrong way. get on train. get off train. walk three blocks right way. turn around. get back on train. go someplace else. walk wrong way. Somehow though, we made it to Chinatown with our feet still intact.
So the original plan was to get Burmese food, but by the time we got there I said let's just pick a place and eat there. So we go inside this place called Tony Cheung's. It was busy but we were seated immediately. Someone came and filled our water glasses but that was it. We actually ended up bailing for several reasons.
1. Bad service.
2. I can get Chinese food anywhere.
3. This is the most important so you may want to write it down, if you ever decide to open a Chinese restaurant and you think that your General Tso's should be 18.50, then that General Tso's better be the best fucking chicken to ever be a chicken. I'm talking the Kobe beef of chickens.
Anyway we then went to Burma, ate garlic noodles with chicken (yay!), some sort of Chicken Curry with potatoes (Eh) and fried eggplant. (Super yay!)
We then went to the Air and Space museum. Why? Because we were walking to the something else and we saw the Air and Space museum first and we said, "Oh the Air and Space museum! Let's go there!"
It was pretty damn awesome though. I might have a tiny crush on Orville Wright now.
There's this thing in the planet exhibit where you can take a quiz to see how much you know about each planet. We did pretty good considering we didn't study at all.
We did get 100 on Earth though, and guess who knows all of her tectonic plates? Oh yeah, this girl. And they said I wouldn't get anything out of my Geology minor.
We're going to go back to the museums tomorrow. Now I'm going to go to sleep, as apparently I am old.