Dragon Mood? -- excited and work-fatigued
Late Thursday night (actually early Friday morning) I arrived back home amongst the pine trees about fifteen minutes after Lina. It was a nice change of pace for me to arrive home with the lights on, the house opened up and my sweet little girl's smiling face awaiting me.
Dakota and Cisco had their few moments of reacquainting, circling one another, trying to get a good sniff of the other's butt. Dogs are so funny. But come to think of it -- they probably think or believe (in whatever canine form that may take) that we greet one another in odd ways too.
After not enough sleep, we got up, made coffee, did our ritual mid-morning leisurely chat, dressed and headed into town. First stop: El Azteco, for a snappy pitcher of margaritas and a Mexican lunch. I had enchiladas suizas while Lina had the infamous topopo salad. TOE-PO-PO salad. It's as funny to say as it looks; a veritable mountain of iceberg lettuce with happy little green peas, and other accoutrements mounded in there for a Mexican(?) salad. Go over to Wild Wend for most likely a spot-on description and a killer photo to boot.
Lina had several local shops she wanted to visit for Spartan paraphernalia. We also hit Campbell's Smoke Shop for some Upmann cigarillos and several see-gars that Carolina picked out.
Then it was on to Beggar's Banquet to relax, kill some time and have a drink. Or three. Well, truth be told, I had three ... three dirty martinis, each with three stuffed olives in them, because I wanted happy olives, partying with one another, in a jovial mood as I prepared to devour them. So ... let me see ... that makes nine stuffed olives I gorged on, at least 12 ounces of pure-D-alcohol (even though alcohol doesn't begin with a 'D') and at least two hours of talking, laughing, shooting pictures of anything and anyone that happened within range. But just to make myself sound a little (more) better, a little less alcoholic, a little less SNOCKERED ... Caroline had FOUR martinis, one whole martooni MORE than me! Sheesh! What a lush!
From there, our dear Taurean guardian angel, Joanne, swooped in, picked us up and delivered us to ELHS for their Homecoming parade ... where Jeanne was the grandest Grand Marshall (GM) you could ever hope to put your drunken eyeballs on. She looked cute in the school colors, her nephew's old high school varsity jacket and Mardi Gras beads hanging around her neck. She was excited and elated and cute.
S rolled in from Motown and I gave her a long, snockered hug, glad to see her and glad for her to join in the frivolity and fun. We watched all seven minutes of the parade and then headed off to another bar for more -- what else? -- drinking.
Suffice to say that when we finally rolled into the house around ten, I was still quite inebriated, even more tired than inebriated and beginning to feel the effects of overindulging myself with all that liquor. Holy cow! I managed to watch several innings of Friday night's game between the Tigers and the Yankees (Hurray, Tigers!) and even Bill Maher's Real Time at 11:00. (Recalled with smugness and sanctimony) Caroline had, by that time, passed out on the futon -- lightweight that she is.
S was still going strong. What a woman!
And that was Friday, the first day Lina was here.
No comments:
Post a Comment