Too much booty for the pants
Birthday adventure for the husband
Originally uploaded by gnat23 Ok, swear to $DEITY, if January is any indication of how the year 2012 is going to go, I'm going to be exhausted.
Wednesday, Topher picked me up from my usual gym session, and we hauled-ass up to San Francisco to hunt for parking near the Palace of Fine Arts. We snuck in to find our seats just as Greg Proops had sat down with Eddie Izzard on a pair of blue-upholstered wingbacks on stage. We watched them banter back and forth, more of a Q&A session than a routine, and yet Eddie would still go off on some excited tangent and get everyone cracking up about sharks in French.
After the event, we went backstage; Topher's name was on some handwritten list with a plus one. I got to shake Eddie's hand and introduced myself, but I found myself at a total lack of inspiration with what to say. I usually try not to get caught up in the whole famous-person thing, and I didn't want to be that person that asks to get a picture ('cause, you know, he's still just some guy, really, and that seems weird if you don't know someone). But it's Eddie Effing Izzard, I mean... come on. We did at some point talk bicycles, as he's gone from his billion-marathons to training for an Ironman Triathlon. I thanked him for being awesome without slobbering over myself too much.
Come the weekend, it was my turn. Topher's birthday rapidly approached, so I again went with the surprise-weekend theme. I told him what to pack, picked him up from work Friday afternoon, and road-tripped another two hours south. I treated him to a spectacular Italian dinner (complete with a bottle of fabulous local Cabernet, breaking our month-long alcohol fast -- but with good excuses). Then we crashed at a quaint inn that sported a jacuzzi fed from a natural hot spring. I woke him up before dawn, got some coffee in his system, and hit him with his big gift: a ride on a hot air balloon. He giggled like a little kid when he figured it out, and then bragged to just about anyone who would listen after our adventure through the skies.
The nice thing about having a guy more into experiences than tangible stuff as gifts? I got to enjoy all these things, too! YAY BALLOONS!
So once again with finishing my weekend with a crash landing in a frazzled lump into bed just hours before my long workday. To be honest, I'm really getting to like it that way.