I had a fabulous weekend. My parents came up to visit. It's the first time my dad has been up to CT. He (finally) used his xmas gift I got him last year and went to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. I'm so glad he went and was able to enjoy it. He's had a rough past year with his knee replacement surgery and lots of other health issues and work conflicts (conflicts is a nice way of saying "works with and/or for at least one cocksucker" - remember that for later). Being a huge baseball fan and former baseball player (pitcher for University of MD - Number 7), I couldn't stand that he hadn't been, so I got him a one year membership and a plane ticket to ensure his ass would get there. If I didn't put a time limit on it, he wouldn't have gone. Point 1 for me.
Anyway, during the day, my mom updated me with several pictures of the neat exhibits at the Hall of Fame and pictures of my father looking like... well, a child at Christmas. It was brilliant and warmed my heart. They made it down our way on Friday and were waiting for me at home when I got off work.
|Born and raised to hat the Yanks. Now you understand.|
Saturday we went and picked out pumpkins and my parents finally got to meet Dan's parents. My mom met his parents when she was up to help me with my surgery, but you know-- to have all four of them together was pretty big for me. It was a great time. Lots of laughs, drinks, etc. Aside from some of the topics I would have liked to have avoided, it was a wonderful experience.
Dan and I took my parents to brunch on Sunday and then saw them off. I spent the rest of the day missing them and dozing. I've been exhausted from my work trip to St. Louis. It's been a hell of a past few weeks. Aside from work stresses, drama and workload, I had a friend from back home die, a good friend from back home get married (and I had to miss said wedding because of work), my pain has been awful and NOT getting better, and missed out on two shows Dan and I had planned to go to... Work conflicts [elbow].
|Me = a complete hungover mess pre-brunch Sunday. Look at that HAIR.|
And on that note, that's why this is going to be a quicky-entry. I don't really have the attention span or feel happy enough tonight to get into detail about my weekend. It wouldn't do it justice. Instead, I'll be cutting my cuticles (and all skin surrounding my nails) until they bleed... Gotta focus on something, right?