Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Tosca, mi fai dimenticare Iddio!

Craig came into town for the weekend and here's what happened:

Friday: went to get Indian food and tried my best to die from an acute peanut allergic reaction. Forgot to give Craig the key and my phone is lost and his phone was dead, so I couldn't call him, so I sat in the ER waiting room while he ate ice cream outside my front door, until we finally met at 10PM. And by then, I just crawled in bed and tried to sleep off what felt like a stampede of water buffaloes across my stomach. Good times!

Saturday and Sunday we got to hang out and enjoying picnicking and brunch. Drank enough mimosas to awaken said water buffaloes and had to sleep off an impending hangover by the pool. What a hard life.

Monday: trip to San Francisco and the California Academy of Sciences (where nerds go to have fun), the musee mechanique (very touristy, but full of fabulously disturbing player pianos), tour a real retired WWII submarine in the harbor (just thinking about all those sweaty sailors stuck down there for 75 days made me want to have a smoke afterwards...and I don't smoke), go thrifting at the apty named thrift-town (where I got bambo shaped tumblers and matching blue willow patterned Japanese stoneware...recycle, reuse, reduce in action), and swing by El Farolito (my favorite hole-in-the-wall Mexican in the Mission).

Back in PA, we went to the Nut House (despite all my recent adverse peanut experiences) where Craig got to meet more of my grad school friends and get most of the way hammered.

All in all, a pretty fantastic birthday!

I also got to spend a lot of down time with my sweetest baby Craiger, reaffirming a love for my very own life-sized hunky ken-doll.

This week will be spent reading everything I can get my hands on concerning DNA replication timing, human repetitive elements, and nuclear compartmentalization. Yay for exciting science.

What will 24 have in store?

Is it time to quote Fried Green Tomatoes: "Face it girls, I'm older and have more insurance"?


craiger said...

You don't actually get better insurance until 25, baby. But keep telling me how hunky I am. You WILL be rewarded... =)

Ed Grow said...

Will I last until 25? More importantly, is 25 too old for you?

I kid. You're never getting rid of me.

craiger said...

25 probably is too old for me, but you will always be the cute college kid I started dating over 4 years ago in my eyes! =)