It's a family affaiiiirrrr
May. 5th, 2007 10:49 pmOkay, so, Mater & Pater are coming to town (well, Mississauga, which is close enough) for a wedding. YHB & Cynra have to pick up Qusay from the airport after his "work trip" to Bangkok, and he';s supposed to crash here overnight.
Yes, I feel that's just how someone who just spent 14 hours on a plane wants to unwind, listening to YHB and his darling spouse kvetch until bedtime, and then spending the night having his nostrils nibbled on by the house cats.
In the noon, we're to take in a brunch (and lavish Mater with adoration in recognition of Mother's Day/her B-day). So YHB was charged with make reservations at the local Golden Griddle.
Fuck that noise, I replied (Not to my mother, you bastards!). So I checked out the hotel to find that they do offer a chi chi M-Day brunch, and made a reservation for 7 (the ocho in question are YHB, Cynra, Mater & Pater Bitter, Uday, his ladyfriend & Qusay) for the 11 a.m. sitting.
So I called Cynra to share the details, then called Mater to confirm.
No, wait, Mater says, we're going to the 8 a.m. Coptic mass in Mississauga, so we won't be done until noon (THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION!).
Feh. It doesn't matter, since they already made reservations. Why do I even get out of bed most days? I ask you.
And happy Cinqo de Mayo. I was only a ble to eat four jars, but I was close.
Yes, I feel that's just how someone who just spent 14 hours on a plane wants to unwind, listening to YHB and his darling spouse kvetch until bedtime, and then spending the night having his nostrils nibbled on by the house cats.
In the noon, we're to take in a brunch (and lavish Mater with adoration in recognition of Mother's Day/her B-day). So YHB was charged with make reservations at the local Golden Griddle.
Fuck that noise, I replied (Not to my mother, you bastards!). So I checked out the hotel to find that they do offer a chi chi M-Day brunch, and made a reservation for 7 (the ocho in question are YHB, Cynra, Mater & Pater Bitter, Uday, his ladyfriend & Qusay) for the 11 a.m. sitting.
So I called Cynra to share the details, then called Mater to confirm.
No, wait, Mater says, we're going to the 8 a.m. Coptic mass in Mississauga, so we won't be done until noon (THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION!).
Feh. It doesn't matter, since they already made reservations. Why do I even get out of bed most days? I ask you.
And happy Cinqo de Mayo. I was only a ble to eat four jars, but I was close.
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Date: 2007-05-06 02:31 pm (UTC)And yes, fuck the noise.
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Date: 2007-05-06 04:05 pm (UTC)Fajitas are always a good idea; there's a couple awesome Mexican restaurants around here, and I'm suddenly regretting going out for fish n' chips instead.