joel and i watched the entire first season of prison break in three days. we also (on a separate occasion, although to have done both simultaneously would have been record-breaking awesome) purchased an entire pound of beef jerky for twelve dollars, and consumed the lot in less than twenty-four hours.
i watched bits of 'planet of the apes,' 'ben hur,' 'king of kings,' and star treks IV and V with the family on christmas day, as is the plett tradition.
i worked my last day at red robin. due to excessive lack of employee attendence which will be punished in no way, shape or form (see: reasons i quit) and the openingbecomeslunchrushbecomesdinnerrushbecomesclosing of boxing day, i worked ten and a half gruelling hours. and then quit. and today i found a set of manager keys in my apron pocket, which i don't remember borrowing, but which is probably causing no end of distress up at the old dirty bird. hee hee hee.
i went to one of my family gatherings and two of joel's. there was wine (mine), there was yahtzee (his), there was foodstuffs. you know the drill.
we did a bunch of wedding planning that i don't even want to think about blogging just yet.
i used my cousin's boyfriend's pug to convince joel that WE should get a pug. not a purebred, because they need extensive surgery just to live, but a puggle. which is what you call a baby platypus. but it's also one of these.
joel and i had another one of our many adventures south of the border (see: that time we drove to the gorge to see dave matthews and drove back that same night; that time we went to the woodland zoo because the aldergrove zoo only has one hippopopopotamus, and she wouldn't come out of her damned swamp; that fourth of july that i wanted to see real fireworks). we were heading into washington to spend new years with some old and dear friends. as per usual, the trip down was nearly flawless. the sun was shining and the day was warm...
so we didn't even really mind when steve and kelly missed the turn-off because they were playing 'taboo' in the car...
we stopped off at the ole dusty burger...
where ten dollars will get you most of a cow, and it's udder products, too...
it was the drive home where things sour (also as per usual, see: that time we got pulled over TWICE on the way home from the gorge). joel and i had to head back early because we both had obligations on the 2nd. a smattering of snowflakes had us packing up before noon. the old salt down at the gas station told us that a storm was a-brewin, and that we'd better hightail it to wherever we were going. sure enough, the storm caught up to us on stevens pass...
and it rained and it snowed and it sleeted, and the windshield froze...
and the other thing froze...
we got about two hours up stevens pass before we were halted by a row of cars allegedly forty miles long (source: guy also in line who heard it on his radio). half an hour later, with daylight fading, we headed back down the mountain to try the other pass. joel's old enough not to try and badass his way through a mountain storm, but going the wrong direction at thirty mph when you're not even sure you'll be able to go the right direction later, because it might be full of snow, is rather defeating. it deters you from reading passing signs at the top of your lungs and gleefully pointing out carrion. twelve dull, staring hours and one deliciously traditional stop at jack-in-the-box later, we made it safely home.
and then i went back to work.
i'm hoping all of your christmases and new yearses were as pleasantly boring as mine, with a perilous adventure or two to liven them up, and that you met with your loved ones in a stress-free environment that may or may not have included wine, and that you got fewer things done than you'd hoped you would have, but that you really don't mind, and that you gained five pounds and don't mind that either, because bathing suits are at least four months away, but most of all i'm hoping that somehow, you felt the hand of God.
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