I worry about him driving. |
I told you Robyn and I had a fund raiser to go to. Friday after work we got all gussied up and headed out for a night in the big city. After a few times around the block looking for parking, we decided on the ramp and walked the two blocks to the party. Robyn was wearing her new shoes and was looking beautiful. The function was in the penthouse of a loft building with a band playing on the roof. It started at 7. We got there at 7:06 and the place was already packed. There was an open bar and they had 4 different places catering the food. Bonefish Grill was one of them and the food was yummy. It was mostly appetizers, but we made our way through the line a couple times so we ate our fill. The whole top floor was unfinished so it was all open, it was actually kind of neat. We stepped out onto a balcony and I tripped on the threshold almost taking a dive over the rail. The good news is I didn't spill a drop of my beverage. Here is a pic of the best looking couple at the party...
Does my face make me look fat? |
We ran into my boss and his wife, as well as the VP of SpeckUSA and his wife, so we sat with them and had some drinks and chatted. It turns out Robyn wasn't the only one who got new shoes but her shoes were starting to hurt her feet. We all opted to go up to the roof to check out the view.
I was trying to get a pic of the city and this model got in the way |
Mr. GQ |
Because the penthouse level is unfinished (I found out that they want $900,000 for one of the two halfs of the penthouse, no wonder it's not sold) the only bathroom available was in the demo/show loft on the seventh floor and with this large party, the line was kind of long.
As the evening wore on, the band started playing, the wine was flowing and the weather was perfect. The only downside was the limited seating. As a matter of fact, there were no chairs on the roof. Robyn's feet were hurting but that didn't stop the good times. Here is a picture of my boss, Jeremy, and his wife Jenny. You can tell fun was being had.
A duckbilled platypus and the Pope walk into a bar... |
And here is a pic of the luckiest guy on the roof...
Everyone's thinking, 'well he must have money' |
We could see the baseball field from the roof and the I-Cubs were playing a game. I took a video so you gould see the view, but it was kind of dark.
The VP (Mark) was getting hungry again and we had run the party out of beer, so we all decided to go over to a new resturant called Mullets. I was told it was just over the bridge so we all said we would meet over there. It was a short walk to the car, but Robyn said she was getting blisters. I offered her a potato sack ride but she declined.
all swollen and black.. wait..no, that's her toe |
On the way to Mullets (yes it is really called Mullets) the I-Cubs game got over. I think the Cubbies won.
Did I mention that we ran the party out of beer?
At this point I would like to offer a suggestion. When someone gives you directions like 'it's just over the bridge', ask for more details. It took us fifteen minutes and two phone calls to find Mullets. But we finally arrived and sat down for some more appitizers. I can tell you that the food was pretty good and the service wasn't that bad either. Here is a picture of our waiter.
That ain't no mullet he's sporting |
The VP's daughter called to tell her mom she would be late getting home because she was held up by a train. They said she was already a couple hours late, so it must be one long train. I think if she knew they weren't home she wouldn't have made that call. We laughed and said that kids make up the funniest stories to try to get out of trouble.
It was getting late and we thought we should be getting home. So we said our good byes and took off for home but ironically we got held up by a train in the middle of downtown. What were the odds? Seriously, I am not kidding. No, really, there was a train and I documented it in case you called me a liar.
Saturday morning I had to get up at 6:30 to get Canyon up. He had driver's ed at 7. I know. That seemed wierd to me too. But as long as I was up, I thought I would go into the shop and get ready for the side job I had to do. I worked all day long. Robyn sent me a text at about 9. It simply said 'did we have fun last night, or what?' My mom will recognize the significance of that line. I got home at 8:30 but I had to make one stop on the way home..
We had a bite to eat, watched the news and went to bed. We had to work the cafe at church on Sunday. That meant being there by 7:30. YUK! But we did get there on time, and the message was good. It was about being grateful with what you have and trying not to feel entitled to everything. Then after church it was time to celebrate mother's day.
Striking a mother's day pose (I have no idea) |
Robyn decided she wanted to go eat at a fun spot called Waveland Cafe. We met up with our friends, the Kerkhoffs. Their son Casey is a friend of Canyon's and he had stayed at their house the night before and went to church with them.
Sunday, bloody Sunday |
Me and my main squeeze |
Then we headed home for our traditional Mother's day routine. Cleaning. Casey came over to help with the cleaning, because Canyon has a bum ankle. He offered to wash the dog but we said it was a two person job. He had another idea. He put on a swimsuit and got in the shower with Calvin. Calvin loved it. Then we cleaned out the garage (It really needed it). Next I had Casey help me drag the jumbo tron out of the basement and to the curb. That TV is so heavy, when we set it down to rest, it left a dent in the vinyl flooring.
That is my mountain bike behind it! |
Then we moved on to the vehicals.
sudzy momma |
While she washed her car, I took some junk to the shop to put in the dumpster and cleaned out my truck for our trip to Sioux City next weekend. Check out these before and after pics,
Sanford and son? |
It may not sparkle, but it's man-cleaned |
Peace
Dan
2 comments:
Can you come over when I get home and man clean my cars? Please?
The part where the fireworks were going of is pretty darn funny. I was laughing.
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