I got to see the famed Butchart gardens, adjust to using $2 coins, eat some great food, stay in a really nice hotel, take some long walks, enjoy time with my parents, and take the clipper back. We did one of those carriage ride tours, which was fun (although "Judy" the horse was clearly not so interested in stopping at the appropriate times) and it happened to be BC's 150th anniversary- so they had all sorts of concerts and festivals going on. It was great to see them.
My mom's pain got progressively worse while she was here, though, and has continued to do so since she got back home. We're all hoping that her CT results this week come back okay, that they can determine the source of her pain, and find something effective to treat it.The following weekend I went to Melissa & Kate's wedding.
Melissa was my student intern - twice actually - so if she ends up to be a shitty social worker, you know who to blame. They got married on an old ferry boat with the city in the background. Kate happens to be a former pro basketball player - and my boss happens to be one of those over the top, verging on stalking, women's basketball fans. Go figure - kinda not stereotypical for a gay man. So he was a bit like a kid at disney land seeing mickey and minnie and pluto in person. Or a rabid Lost fan getting into the cast wrap party. He was SOOOOO excited. In fact we had to shush him a few times because he was naming off all of the names and stats and memorable plays of her friends at the wedding who had played with her at Stanford. Like I'm sure they're used to it by now, but still - most of us who were semi-star struck tried to pretend we weren't. He's the one on the left.
Anyhoo - after the cake was cut and the dancing started, some of the Stanford players came up and danced with him - probably because he was so fun to watch dance - and frankly, I think that hour of dancing will go down as one of the best hours of his life.Then the Olympics cable disaster happened. So I've spent all week mooching off of friends' cable to see the gymnastics events.
This weekend I had a supervised visit with my former dog, Nicki - well, her name is now Molly and it's not so much supervised as, well, she lives with this family now and, well, they tend to be there when I visit. It's an open adoption. I love how they've cared for her in the 5 years since I gave her up. She is just doted on and cared for - pampered and loved. And I love how she remembers me - she meets me at the door and as soon as she sees me, she plops over for a belly rub and after a good 5 minutes of that, she takes off running in circles for a long, long time. Then we go to their living room and I pet her and chat with her family for an hour or so - catch up with how things are going at their church, how their pet octopus is doing, how the grandkids are, etc.
After that I went to a friend's birthday party. She has a 3 year old who is just happy as a clam nude. He LOVES to be nude. So, while at home, he pretty much is nude. As he was during her birthday party. And all of their friends are liberal, pro-kid self-esteem folks, so they just smile at how free he is in his body and how cute he is peeing in the bushes.
Finally, this morning I had the friends I made in grad school over for pancakes (Kerbey Lane mix is awesome!) on the rooftop. If it weren't for the 80+ degree weather w/o AC, cooking 50 pancakes on the stove would've been a breeze. But once we got up to the rooftop, it was pleasant. Afterwards we took the older kids down to the beach to make sand castles. Your's truely forgot sunscreen so is a little beet red.
And now I'm going to meet a friend for dinner. We're going to a Mexican restaurant I have not yet tried - which is a rare thing. I am not so sure about it. It's in the bottom of a motel and has sort of a yuppie sign out front. But, I could be very wrong and it could be worth of the Tex Mex label. We can always dream.
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