Fortune Cookies, Bacon Floss and Punching Nuns
Given the silliness that takes place during the 4:00 hour at work between Jessie and I (right around the time we both think we might lose our minds we do a little song and dance number or make up funny accents to channel our psychotic energy) you'd think we could have anticipated what would happen when we added our two favorite fellas and found a location without children around to hang out. It is like two high school couples, crusing in a car and finding crazy hijinks to involve themselves with. J+S and W+C BFF 4ever (yeah that cool).
The first time we hung out, chinese new year was rounding the corner and I was hoping to make fortune cookies with my kids at work so I decided to try it out on us, anticipating that it couldn't possibly be as easy as the website said, we started with the easy part - writing each other some fortunes. We sat on separate ends of the couches, snickering evily as we doomed each other to such wonderful things as kankles, jowels and unfortunate banking situations.
We wipped up the batter and set the first batch to baking. Thankfully they came out unburned (a feat for me) and though I nearly burned my fingerprints off folding them before they could cool, they somewhat resembled real fortune cookies, just a soft pale, slightly jaundiced version of one, I guess.
They looked less than appetizing, but after several attempts at getting them to harden up we decided to leave it to the pros and play some cards instead. While playing a rousing game of "golf" we managed to eat every single one of the squishy fortune cookies in an attempt to read all of the gems inside in between bouts of serious card game trash talk. One even resulting in a coke nose louge.
Since that evening proved to be such a success we decided to plan another. We hoped to do something fun and outdoorsy but we were met with a soppy nasty day. Shocking, I know. I googled "seattle rainy day" and was surprised by a plethora of great ideas. We settled on a trip to Archie McPhee in Wallingford.
We spent nearly an hour on my phone reading about all the craziness they had there and by the time we met them at work to drive down we were both pretty fired up. We cranked up a 90's playlist and went right into 4:00 mode, doing the onion chop dance like a chickety chinese chicken a singing every 73rd word of One Week since that is all that anyone knows.
The store itself was posted up on the corner right behind Bizarro and the Blue Star where we had had the amazing Italian food and got my car broken into. I was shocked we hadn't noticed all the cool stuff just around the corner from where we were, but I guess we were a bit distracted. 45th street was adorable, full of interesting and quirky shops and eateries that I had read about online but hadn't seen yet. I am already planning an afternoon back down there.
Archie McPhee is not something that is done justice by simply explaining but since I can't take most of you there, I will try. We were greeted at the door by Mr. Bacon, the pseudo mascot and quickly understood his pressence. The first display - bacon floss, bacon gummy candy, bacon mint, bacon gum, bacon wallet, bacon air freshener - right up Chris's alley. Every corner and display shelf was a surprise; nuns (flying and punching alike), corndog scented paraphanalia, smoking babies, gas masks and make your own meth lab what not, lunch box heaven, yodeling pickles, pig launching guns, tic-tac toast, all things Jesus and Mary and wasabi mints, the ultimate oxymoron. We spent nearly two hours there and I still feel like I missed a lot. Jessie settled on a bacon and egg bff bag and I got some Jesus plastered packing tape, a sound investment I think. He can keep our stuff safe on the journey. And we both bought one of those old school fotune telling fish to use on the drive home. They told us we were both passionate and in love but what else is new?
We came back to the apartment and flipped on a comedy show that we happened to DVR, Nick Swardson - Seriously, Who Farted? How could you not want to watch it with a title like that. But it was more funny than any of us could have imagined. I don't know that I have ever seen four people laugh so hard. There were actual tears.
We were all praying for a commercial break because we couldn't breathe.
Talk about a perfect stress relieving day - silly dancing, bad singing, browsing ridiculous crap and laughing until you almost pee. Wonderful!
The first time we hung out, chinese new year was rounding the corner and I was hoping to make fortune cookies with my kids at work so I decided to try it out on us, anticipating that it couldn't possibly be as easy as the website said, we started with the easy part - writing each other some fortunes. We sat on separate ends of the couches, snickering evily as we doomed each other to such wonderful things as kankles, jowels and unfortunate banking situations.
We wipped up the batter and set the first batch to baking. Thankfully they came out unburned (a feat for me) and though I nearly burned my fingerprints off folding them before they could cool, they somewhat resembled real fortune cookies, just a soft pale, slightly jaundiced version of one, I guess.
They looked less than appetizing, but after several attempts at getting them to harden up we decided to leave it to the pros and play some cards instead. While playing a rousing game of "golf" we managed to eat every single one of the squishy fortune cookies in an attempt to read all of the gems inside in between bouts of serious card game trash talk. One even resulting in a coke nose louge.
Since that evening proved to be such a success we decided to plan another. We hoped to do something fun and outdoorsy but we were met with a soppy nasty day. Shocking, I know. I googled "seattle rainy day" and was surprised by a plethora of great ideas. We settled on a trip to Archie McPhee in Wallingford.
We spent nearly an hour on my phone reading about all the craziness they had there and by the time we met them at work to drive down we were both pretty fired up. We cranked up a 90's playlist and went right into 4:00 mode, doing the onion chop dance like a chickety chinese chicken a singing every 73rd word of One Week since that is all that anyone knows.
The store itself was posted up on the corner right behind Bizarro and the Blue Star where we had had the amazing Italian food and got my car broken into. I was shocked we hadn't noticed all the cool stuff just around the corner from where we were, but I guess we were a bit distracted. 45th street was adorable, full of interesting and quirky shops and eateries that I had read about online but hadn't seen yet. I am already planning an afternoon back down there.
Archie McPhee is not something that is done justice by simply explaining but since I can't take most of you there, I will try. We were greeted at the door by Mr. Bacon, the pseudo mascot and quickly understood his pressence. The first display - bacon floss, bacon gummy candy, bacon mint, bacon gum, bacon wallet, bacon air freshener - right up Chris's alley. Every corner and display shelf was a surprise; nuns (flying and punching alike), corndog scented paraphanalia, smoking babies, gas masks and make your own meth lab what not, lunch box heaven, yodeling pickles, pig launching guns, tic-tac toast, all things Jesus and Mary and wasabi mints, the ultimate oxymoron. We spent nearly two hours there and I still feel like I missed a lot. Jessie settled on a bacon and egg bff bag and I got some Jesus plastered packing tape, a sound investment I think. He can keep our stuff safe on the journey. And we both bought one of those old school fotune telling fish to use on the drive home. They told us we were both passionate and in love but what else is new?
We came back to the apartment and flipped on a comedy show that we happened to DVR, Nick Swardson - Seriously, Who Farted? How could you not want to watch it with a title like that. But it was more funny than any of us could have imagined. I don't know that I have ever seen four people laugh so hard. There were actual tears.
We were all praying for a commercial break because we couldn't breathe.
Talk about a perfect stress relieving day - silly dancing, bad singing, browsing ridiculous crap and laughing until you almost pee. Wonderful!