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Jun. 18th, 2005 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosSo I just got back from a day in DC with Mom and Dad.
First, the important news -- I HAVE MAPLE NUT LOGS. I REPEAT ... I HAVE ACHIEVED MAPLE NUT LOGS. My mom surprised me when I showed up at the hotel with a box of my favoritest cookies on the planet. Seriously, I would choke puppies to get these cookies. They taste like pancakes, for crying out loud. Pancakes with crushed walnuts drizzled on top. They're awesome. And this? Is a huge box of cookies. It should take me ... oh, hours to finish it. Mmm-hmm.
In other news, on the way to the zoo, we all got to talking about Batman Begins, and they were telling me how great they thought it was, and then they started talking about possible sequels and who should play who and my dad said, "You know who should play the Joker? Steve Buscemi." I literally had to stop walking because ... OMGYES. If it would get a guy like Steve Buscemi into a Batman movie ... yes, let's do that. *nods enthusiastically*
Oh, and then there was this lovely exchange ...
Dad: (To me) "When did you get so short?"
Me: "Don't look at me. That's your gene pool, pal."
Mom: "You know what your cousin Laurie says is the reason she's short?"
Me: "Do I want to know?"
Mom: "She says it's because her father has a small ... you know."
Dad: ...
Me: ...
Mom: *realizes what she said*
Mom: (To Dad) "... well, your son is tall."
Dad: *sarcastically* Nice save, honey."
My brain cells: *commit suicide by the thousands*
Then we went to the zoo, which ... well, you have to understand my mom. Going to the zoo with my mother is like trying to wrangle Boo from Monsters Inc. -- you think she's all cute and happy, and then suddenly she squeals "Kitty!" and bounds off into the crowd with her arms flailing in the air. (See, you think I'm exaggerating with that arm-flailing description, don't you?) So it was basically four straight hours of spazz-wrangling. It was a cool visit, though, especially when the orangutans decided to scale the towers in their enclosures and swing across the park on the ropes hanging from them. That's always neat. :)
Then we went down to Old Town, where they're having a waterfront festival, and we ate dinner at a great sports bar so that my mom could watch the US Open. (You wouldn't think anybody could get golf withdrawal, and yet, I present to you my mom.) This sport bar, though, was a perfect example of why sports bars are my favorite places to eat. They're loud, they're boisterous, there's fifteen different TVs showing five different sports games, everybody's laidback, and you can just settle in with a beer and a pizza and watch a game. (My dad and I were getting into the fact that two of the TVs near us were showing the Cubs/Yankees game and the OSU/Tulane game, and the college game was infinitely more fun to watch.)
And then we wandered off to the waterfront festival, where it was confirmed that I was sunburned pretty much all over my upper body, and then it was back home. And now I'm here, eating cookies. Yay!
Now, off to write. :)
First, the important news -- I HAVE MAPLE NUT LOGS. I REPEAT ... I HAVE ACHIEVED MAPLE NUT LOGS. My mom surprised me when I showed up at the hotel with a box of my favoritest cookies on the planet. Seriously, I would choke puppies to get these cookies. They taste like pancakes, for crying out loud. Pancakes with crushed walnuts drizzled on top. They're awesome. And this? Is a huge box of cookies. It should take me ... oh, hours to finish it. Mmm-hmm.
In other news, on the way to the zoo, we all got to talking about Batman Begins, and they were telling me how great they thought it was, and then they started talking about possible sequels and who should play who and my dad said, "You know who should play the Joker? Steve Buscemi." I literally had to stop walking because ... OMGYES. If it would get a guy like Steve Buscemi into a Batman movie ... yes, let's do that. *nods enthusiastically*
Oh, and then there was this lovely exchange ...
Dad: (To me) "When did you get so short?"
Me: "Don't look at me. That's your gene pool, pal."
Mom: "You know what your cousin Laurie says is the reason she's short?"
Me: "Do I want to know?"
Mom: "She says it's because her father has a small ... you know."
Dad: ...
Me: ...
Mom: *realizes what she said*
Mom: (To Dad) "... well, your son is tall."
Dad: *sarcastically* Nice save, honey."
My brain cells: *commit suicide by the thousands*
Then we went to the zoo, which ... well, you have to understand my mom. Going to the zoo with my mother is like trying to wrangle Boo from Monsters Inc. -- you think she's all cute and happy, and then suddenly she squeals "Kitty!" and bounds off into the crowd with her arms flailing in the air. (See, you think I'm exaggerating with that arm-flailing description, don't you?) So it was basically four straight hours of spazz-wrangling. It was a cool visit, though, especially when the orangutans decided to scale the towers in their enclosures and swing across the park on the ropes hanging from them. That's always neat. :)
Then we went down to Old Town, where they're having a waterfront festival, and we ate dinner at a great sports bar so that my mom could watch the US Open. (You wouldn't think anybody could get golf withdrawal, and yet, I present to you my mom.) This sport bar, though, was a perfect example of why sports bars are my favorite places to eat. They're loud, they're boisterous, there's fifteen different TVs showing five different sports games, everybody's laidback, and you can just settle in with a beer and a pizza and watch a game. (My dad and I were getting into the fact that two of the TVs near us were showing the Cubs/Yankees game and the OSU/Tulane game, and the college game was infinitely more fun to watch.)
And then we wandered off to the waterfront festival, where it was confirmed that I was sunburned pretty much all over my upper body, and then it was back home. And now I'm here, eating cookies. Yay!
Now, off to write. :)
