Sunday, December 07, 2003
So I would like to wish my nephew Samuel a very happy birthday. I would also like to wish Tricia and Wes a lot of luck over this next year during which Samuel will finally be able to act his age, the terrible two. Not that he isn't terrible already, terribly cute and delicious and sometimes, just sometimes - especially for those of us who can leave when it happens - a little terror.
K and I really wish we could be there to give him way too many kisses and hugs and then perhaps, when he's asleep, to sneak off to Dos Charros and have enchiladas and salsa and a tall glass of iced-tea. Or maybe to the Blue Goose, or Chuy's, anywhere were they serve Mexican food without pineapples or blue cheese or canned guacomole.
Yesterday morning, with a little bit of a hangover, we spent hours upon hours listing off all the places we would love to be eating at instead of sitting in our house, with no breakfast restaurant for hundreds of kilometers.
By the way, this town is small, some 50,000 people, but on Friday night it seemed as if this was New York city. Every place that we tried to get into had a huge line, even the smaller pubs. Not that K or I wanted to go out to a bar. We had spent the night having drinks and watching Idols with some new friends - nice people all of them - who insisted that everyone always have a drink in their hand regardless of how many you had already had. This turned out to be a good thing - for a while - because it loosened up some of the new people that were only speaking Finnish in the beginning and wound up speaking wonderful English.
OK, I'm tired. I will stop now. I was trying to kill time in order to call to wish Samuel a happy birthday. Hopefully he will be up from his nap. Probably not, but I will try.
hb
K and I really wish we could be there to give him way too many kisses and hugs and then perhaps, when he's asleep, to sneak off to Dos Charros and have enchiladas and salsa and a tall glass of iced-tea. Or maybe to the Blue Goose, or Chuy's, anywhere were they serve Mexican food without pineapples or blue cheese or canned guacomole.
Yesterday morning, with a little bit of a hangover, we spent hours upon hours listing off all the places we would love to be eating at instead of sitting in our house, with no breakfast restaurant for hundreds of kilometers.
By the way, this town is small, some 50,000 people, but on Friday night it seemed as if this was New York city. Every place that we tried to get into had a huge line, even the smaller pubs. Not that K or I wanted to go out to a bar. We had spent the night having drinks and watching Idols with some new friends - nice people all of them - who insisted that everyone always have a drink in their hand regardless of how many you had already had. This turned out to be a good thing - for a while - because it loosened up some of the new people that were only speaking Finnish in the beginning and wound up speaking wonderful English.
OK, I'm tired. I will stop now. I was trying to kill time in order to call to wish Samuel a happy birthday. Hopefully he will be up from his nap. Probably not, but I will try.
hb
// posted by Howard @ 11:59 PM 
