what we did: i played boutros at my sister's on my very first night back. allow me please to interrupt myself to highly recommend modafinal, which enables pilots to fly remarkably well for forty hours without sleep, and also makes it possible for me to get out the periodic coherent sentence even very late at night and with jet lag, although it is not such an artificial enhancer that i actually won boutros or successfully argued the virtues of america or anything. sigh. i know that many people take sleeping pills to help overcome jet lag but the provigil rocked my world. i didn't exactly cry when my father asked me to give him back the bottle, but i thought about it.
what we ate: extraordinary mexican food, although i can't remember what specifically.
around that time, Squire Tuck said: fernando was the captain of a starship, and ellen was the first officer. us: why isn't ellen the captain? Squire Tuck: because she's younger. when fer was learning to pilot the ship, ellen was still in starfleet academy destroying records. us: destroying records? Squire Tuck: she was like, totally breaking all of them.
what we did: we hung out at my parents' house, where we did useful things like Discuss the State of the Cotthut and Shop For Clothes In My Size and File My Taxes. once again, what is with the tax unhappiness from people? i'm happy to make enough that i'm finally paying something back; i'm happy to be sensible enough to have budgeted for it. when the government starts asking for more than i would automatically pay a reasonably good server, i may squack a bit, but seriously. in my dream world, at least some portion of our tax paperwork would go to asserting where we want the money to go, because certainly voting doesn't seem to get me the people who make the decisions i want, and it seems like surely this could be an individual decision, where the money goes, but i know it's a dream. my dreams are entertaining to me, what do you want? i was told "but then we'd have this incredibly well-funded public television and no military" and i feel like: yeah. my point exactly.
what we ate: so much goodness! my father seared ahi tuna for me which is his way of saying he likes me even though he suspects me of democratic inclinations; my mother bought my beloved bagels and masses of raw vegetables and dip, which i think is her way of being a little pleased that i follow library scandals such as the newbery scrotum, because it means i was paying attention at least some of the time. plus they took us out a bunch. you know what Squire Tuck had? queserasadilla. over and over again.
around that time, Squire Tuck said: gar, i forgot. something that andrea told me to write down.
what we did: we saw ste3ve and david, who apparently live on daylight saving time, at least on fridays, but compensate by being delightful.
what we ate: some kind of "rainforesty" chicken (?) thing and invisible bruschetta; a caesar salad the size of my skull and a martini the size of my eardrum, which is the opposite of how i usually like things but it worked out fine.
around that time, Squire Tuck said: mom you are not supposed to look at other people anymore when you are married. me: look, if we're in cabos, and i get that shrimp thing, and you get yet another quesadilla, and i go, "hey, that looks yummy!" does that mean i'm going to eat your whole meal? Squire Tuck: of course not, because you know you want the shrimp. me: ... Squire Tuck: okay, but you should only look at the young ones.
what we did: spent a few days in sonora with our former housemates, which was remarkable in the way that finding your old comfy shoes and putting them on and realizing your feet still fit in them pretty much perfectly. which is to say: not surprising, but still delightful.
what we ate: the most delicious pancakes ever. some grilled fish that Squire Tuck still can't stop talking about. kale, which was so cleverly disguised that i could taste the love and not the bitter green at all.
around that time, Squire Tuck said: look, i have a pistol and a lightsaber. i'm captain jack vader!
what we did: we went to vegas. i do not have the bandwidth to tell you how much fun i had.
what we ate: among many other fabulous and bizarre things, we came upon an all-you-can-eat japanese buffet thing, which was so so so good. i ate my body weight in sushi.
around that time, Squire Tuck said: when you die i think i will have special marble poured over you like a statue, but it will be really you instead of a statue, and then your grandchildren, even your great-great-greatest grandchildren will know how you looked, right now and always.
any of you who haven't already guessed that i came home to three-week old food rotting in the fridge and laundry draped all over the furniture as if it had gotten itself dried but just didn't have the energy to walk itself into the drawers have not been playing along these past years. also, Squire Tuck is totally behind in school. those of you who think i was in any way surprised or even particularly angry about either of these things are new to the game.
i promise to be more reflective and stuff presently, but i had to get this out before a week passed and i was all, "was i gone? or did i just have an exceptionally nice dream?"