So it all began when Darren and I were pulling out of the new, hip Montgomery Plaza shopping center after having a hot date at our new neighborhood Target store. Darren spotted it first - a "coming soon" Cold Stone Creamery. I said, "Ooooh, this is soon gonna be our constant date destination." Then he pointed to another new restaurant going in and said, "What's that?", and I replied, "I dunno. But it looks cool and you are SO taking me there when it opens." So we drove around to see the sign out front, which I read silently before slamming my fists against my thighs and exclaiming, "DADGUM IT! It's a PEI WEI! You'll NEVER take me there!!" ('Cause you see, Darren the Freak of Nature Boy detests the smell of asian food, and thus refuses to even step inside a Thai or Chinese or Japanese restaurant.) He answered, "WELL THEN. I guess you'll have to get your BOYfriend to take you." And then *I* said, "MAYBE I WILL!! Just as soon as I find one. Or two or five."
So. I'm taking applications.
******* we interrupt this entry to say, "Hey James and Ginger... Chris Body (lol) is on local PBS as I type! haha!********
I've already interviewed Michael. He was my first choice, cutie pie blond that he is. Cara will likely beat me up, but s'okay. Michael says that she hates Chinese food too, so our Pei Wei affair looks like it was meant to be. We're going as soon as it opens. She and Darren can hang out here at home and eat macaroni and cheese.
We spent the weekend in San Antonio. It was fabulous. The reason for going was two-fold. One, we've been meaning to go down and see James and Ginger for months, but sickness kept cancelling our plans. When my friend Marfy from Callyfornya announced that she'd be in San Antonio this past weekend, we decided to try the trip again and get to see two friends in one trip. So we did, and we did! It was relaxing (we didn't overdo it like we ALWAYS tend to do on weekend trips), enlightening (James and Darren are the same man. Ginger and I are the same woman ('cept she's skinny, the brat)), entertaining (baby Avery was beautiful, 5-year old John and our two boys got along perfectly (my boys think John has the coolest toys on the planet)... and so enjoyable (Mexican good three meals in a row, sitting next to Marfy at dinner, gabbing with Ginger 'til 3 a.m.). Even the road trip itself with the boys was fun. We came home feeling refreshed. That's PROOF of a good weekend!