Verdict on Weekend Just Ended: Not bad
Hubby finally affixed faux-Tiffany hanging lamp (ordered last November yet) over dining room table. We are fascinated by the way light shines through the multi-colored glass, and keep lamp on all day.
Son happy with new laptop; drove back to SLO last night laden with leftovers from mother of all barbecues, accompanied by best friend Nick, who arrived 7:30 PM with his Dad after spending three hours stuck in massive traffic jam going over Bay Bridge (Nick lives in Vallejo). Invited both to stay for dinner, but Nick’s Dad declined, drove straight back (heroic).
Saw Dearest Mum this morning. Was supposed to meet Dearest Mum, Tita, and three cousins at Mimi’s in Foster City, but hubby wanted to get going at 9, Dearest Mum wanted to wait until niece G woke up (niece arrived 4 AM today from spring break in Dominican Republic); we decided to go ahead and have breakfast by ourselves.
Food at Mimi’s atrocious. Self ordered chocolate chip-banana pancakes: arrived four very thin, very brown pancakes topped with a cup of what looked like Nestlé’s toll-house chips, and a cup of Redi-whipp. Hubby ordered “fresh” lemonade, touted on menu — when said drink arrived, hubby took one sip and grimaced: “fresh” was actually concentrate. Was so glad did not have to endure this with Dearest Mum, would have intensified agony of the experience. (Dearest Mum this morning met us at door of Fave Tito’s house, attired in tight vermilion blouse with plentiful view of bony chest; also, thick eyeliner. Grabbed stuff we delivered to her — towels and eyeglass case she’d forgotten in our house yesterday — then said, without further ado: Good-bye! Wondered if she were still peeved because did not pick up niece G, but do not intend to be taxi service between Dearest Mum and niece, even if DM did pay half of cost of son’s new laptop — !!)
Watched Eberts & Roeper: “Grindhouse” OK; “The Lookout” good (kudos to Jeff Daniels for once again turning out Oscar-worthy best-supporting performance); “What Love Is” bad; split vote on “Blades of Glory” (trailer very funny, though — ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
Tonight, no Rome (sad). Hubby inquires if self wants him to tape The Tudors with pretty-boy Jonathan Rhys-Meyers playing a pouty Henry VIII. No thanks.
While watching Eberts & Roeper, hubby and self shared bag of chicharon. Hubby asks if we should make our regular weekend run to Peet’s, but feel a cold coming on, declined. Got into pajamas at 5 PM — bliss.
