Step two, buy a canoe.
Another week down. Kind of amazing. Looking back I want to say last week went quickly, but the beginning of the week certainly dragged on. I think it was the completion of the coral that speed life back up. In any case though, it’s weekend now.
After work Laura asked me if I wanted to go see Transformers, and I knew she was super excited for it, so I happily agreed. We hopped on the tram and made our way down to the theatre by those sand sculptures. This is the only theatre we know the location of at the moment, and wouldn’t you know it, they weren’t playing Transformers or Drag Me to Hell (which was our second plan). The movies they were showing we either weren’t interested in, or knew nothing about, so a movie was out. Better luck next time. I think Laura is going to use the powers of the Grandiferic Interwebs™ to discover the secret location of the theatre which is playing those movies.
While we were downtown though, we decided to go to dinner. After walking around for 10 minutes trying to pick somewhere to eat we settled on a little italian place with a talbe open on the patio. Lemme tell you, best decision we’ve made so far I think. The food was delicious, but even better was the owner and his son. The owner came to take our drink order and was so funny. He didn’t speak much English, and so when Laura said she wanted water, he needed to ask if she wanted still or bubbling; but he didn’t know the words, so he made bubbling noises and such. It was hilarious. He made jokes and introduced himself and his son. Laura and I also got to relax just us girls. We weren’t stressed about being out of place, or anything. We watched other people drink some kind of dark liqueur out of cute, little glasses after their meal. We didn’t really know what was going on, but it was intreguing. And what do you know, when we asked for the bill, he brought two little glasses (like half a shot glass sized, it was super small), and we got to try this mysterious drink for ourselves! It was good, served at room temp, and a little sweet, but not overly so. It was quite obviously alcohol, but it didn’t burn like most liquors do. It was super tasty. He even offered us another one since they enjoyed us so much. Laura and I went home throughly happy. We agreed to go back more often.
The rest of the night was going pretty well until Angelica came home. She was drunk and couldn’t even get in the door. She just banged on it until I got up and pulled the door open. She then took it upon herself to talk at us for at least an hour. She started with talking about her son’s graduation, and then about how we work too hard and take life seriously. She then moved to telling us she’s proud that we’re so ambitious and that Robin really likes us. Not five minutes later she told us we should go out more often and that Californians must be lazy since we didn’t want to do this tour thing with her; pissed Laura and I off to no end. Excuse me, I don’t want to spend my little bit of free time with a crazy woman who always ruins my mood. Whatever though, not like what she thinks of me affects my life.
And I’ll leave you all with this little pearl of wisdom from a conversation we had at work (and no I didn’t say this one): “At night, he turns gay and I turn into Mary Poppins.”
