Today was an event-filled day.
I'd been scheduled off today - a rarity in itself, but made even rarer by the fact that I didn't ask for it off. Because we're paid for New Year's Day, and the company is keeping unnecessary overtime to a minimum, our management decided to give everyone three days off this week. Sunday is a given, as we don't work on Sunday (one of the few benefits to living in Utah Valley). I was off Wednesday, which has been my typical day off these last few months. And the other day just happened to be today.
So I slept until 11:58. I needed it, apparently. I didn't even have to pretend to sleep, cause I was out like a light right up until then. However, for the record, I DID get up around 8:50 for a minute. Even on my day off I tend to wake up at some point in the morning.
Jill had her bridal shower today at her parents' house, so she left a little after 1:00 for that. I lounged around a bit until just before 3:00, when I got a phone call from Christy.
Talking to Christy on the phone is even rarer than being off on Saturday, but somewhere in between being off on Saturday by request and being off on Saturday by chance. In any case, like usual, any phone conversation with Christy is a good one. And this one led to the first time I've been able to see her this year (we're off to a good start).
Christy had been in town to attend Jill's bridal shower, and figured being in town would be a good reason to stop by for a visit (both of which are rarities, too). However, this time I was finally able to meet the new man in her life, who I'm happy to report didn't give me any weird vibes, cause for alarm, or tingle my spidey-sense.
After a visit from Christy and her escort (I'm avoiding his name for privacy), I got spiffied up and left to crash the bridal shower. Too bad I didn't have time to get drunk and cause a ruckus (just kidding, Jill. You know I would drive there FIRST and then get drunk and cause a ruckus. I wouldn't do anything so stupid as getting drunk BEFORE driving).
So we got some good loot presents from many well-wishers. Now I have stuff I have to store away for a while as we try to sell the house (which will start very soon).
During the waning moments of the shower, I semi-secretly arranged to meet up with Christy+1 for dinner afterwards. So, after driving the loot presents home, Jill and I drove to one of our favorite places, Carino's, which is in the Sandy / south Salt Lake county area to meet up for good food and good company.
Once again, the food at Carino's didn't fail (the sangria was on the spot), and Jill and I were able to spend some good time with Christy and a really good guy her date.
After stopping at The Men's Warehouse to look for ties for the wedding (a non-stop effort lately), we drove home and watched The Brother's Grimm, which Jill owns but I've never seen.
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And now I need a little catch-up.
I needed to talk to Christy about what she's wearing to the wedding. No, I'm not a control freak dead-set on telling a friend what she needs to wear, nor am I trying out for cable TV's What Not to Wear. No, I've decided it was beyond appropriate to skip the groomsmen as part of my wedding and have groomspeople instead. That's right, I have a woman on my team, and I'm damned happy to have my best friend standing with me when I get married to my other best friend.
Christ's new guy. I've been waiting to meet him for a while now. No, wait, dying. Christy means a lot to me, and I don't want her to settle for someone unworthy of my friend. I'm a really good judge of personality - snap judgments, really. My gut feelings have been more accurate than a meteorologist on TV. I'm relieved and so very happy to feel good about this guy. He's interesting, converses well, clean-cut, has an enthusiastic laugh, polite, courteous, obviously cares for Christy, and accepts the fact that Christy has a guy for a close friend. So he looks good, too, if my opinion counts for anything. He's not too tall, too. I'm eagerly awaiting more chances to get to know him (I'm still SO in the dark).
OK, and as for Carino's, I really did like the food. The waitress was a little odd due to her lack of respect for personal space. She was standing so close she could have climbed up on my shoulders. Granted, the seating was disrespectful of my personal space, too. I'm sure I could have reached the plates of the people sitting in the booth behind me. And the butts of restaurant staff on my elbow as they walked by made me uncomfortable. I'm a one-butt man.
Considering conversation at the table: The Freeway Overpass. Starbright. Palmatier is a transmutation of Parmentier. My ancestors left Europe in the late 1600s to flee religious persecution. They were Huguenots from a part of France that is now in Belgium, who relocated with Dutch to New Amsterdam. Within a generation the name had been modified from Parmentier to Palmatier, and sometime later was americanized into its current pronunciation. Enigma, my handle was New Name Dan, which was changed from epik at some point. I still log in as epik (assuming I tried, which I just did).
Basic Sangria:
* 3 1/4 cups ( 26 fl. oz) dry red wine
* 1 tablespoon sugar
* Juice of 1 large orange
* Juice of 1 large lemon
* 1 large orange, sliced thin crosswise
* 1 large lemon, sliced thin crosswise
* 2 medium peaches, peeled, pitted and cut into chunks
* 1 cup (8 fl. oz) club soda
Mix everything except club soda and set in a fridge (not a bridge) overnight. Before serving, mix in club soda.
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A rare day, indeed.
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