September Trip, III (b)

The Second Annual Girlz Weekend at the Cape was a resounding success. There were a lot of good food, good laughs, and good times. There were also a lot of good tips for the wait staff since Cheapy McCheap couldn't make it this year. In no particular order, here are some highlights.

Worst Decision: Trying a out "new" technique on an expensive paint-your-own-pottery piece. There were three nice items, and then there was mine:



I tried out "blending" which is really just another term for "painting like a blind, armless, four year old." I'm not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to try out a new technique. Actually I do. I saw this and wanted to duplicate the idea.



Obviously I suck.

Best Bet Taken: Going in the ocean, at midnight, when it was COLD, for a nickle. With a one dollar bonus for something or other. The details are fuzzy. Much like the photographic evidence of said bet.



Bet That Should Have Been Taken But Someone Was a Chicken (bock! bock! bock!): Jumping on stage with the two older Irish music performers at the Irish restaurant/pub while they sang, and dancing to the song they were singing. For a nickle.

Weirdest, Yet Coolest, Item Purchased: Liam. A faux puppy that breathes. Liam looked so real I found myself reaching over to pet him. I was not drunk. Seriously, check him out. I uploaded a video (my first time ever, go me!) that I took with my camera (so hopefully it all works well) of Liam's little puppy chest breathing. I zoom in at the end. You may have to look close. But he breathes! I swear!



Napping on the beach is nice. Snoring while napping on the beach may prevent others from napping at the same time. At least that's what I've been told. I have no first hand knowledge of this as, um, I was napping on the beach.



Newest Addition to the English Language: Ralph is out, Jessica is in. To wit, when one vomits, she no longer "Ralphs," she "Jessicas." Used in a sentence ... I laughed so hard I Jessicad.

During the game Apples to Apples, most ridiculous answer: Adjective, cuddly. Noun, Adolf Hitler.

Two: The number of rows I managed to knit on my sweater. The number of times one person Jessicad.

Worst Hostess Gift Ever: Apples. From me. To a hostess that reads this blog and knew the origins of said apples.

Biggest Culinary Disappointment: Chocolate cake with coconut frosting that tasted like bananas.

Biggest Culinary Pleasure: Two way tie. Lemon cake ('nuff said) and steak tips (steak tips with fried green beans, steak tips with mashed potatoes, steak tips on a Caesar salad).



Most Shocking Discovery: Sleeping in until 7:00 a.m. is now considered "sleeping in." In Chez SPR, when we sleep in, we sleep in. Yes, we might get up at 7:00 a.m. to pee or let Dogbert out, but then we go back to sleep. Hence the term "sleeping in." One who sleeps in, does not shower, read the paper, go to church, or play video games at 7:00 a.m..

Video Game Angst: Brain Age. Some very smart people, like math majors and MIT graduates, and not yours truly, had a brain age of 70+. Which is bad. B. A. D. bad. The goal is to have a 20 year old brain. 70 year old brains are apparently terrible. As in, your brain is so old it must have forgotten everything it learned.

Cruelest Moment: Laughing at someone (me) when she explained how she had just discovered that her toothbrush of six months had on an on and off button which caused it to pulsate. The toothbrush in question looks like a normal toothbrush. I had no idea it was fancy. In case you're curious, the proper response to my story and glee at this new find would have been, "Wow! That's great!"