A large portion of this weekend was dedicated to the planning and preparation for Carleton Fun Day for Families. I'm pleased to report it was indeed fun For the kids. And the grownups.
At Capital Creations in Raleigh. I used to have pizza from CC quite often on Sunday nights to go along with my Desperate Housewives. But that was long before the days of pizza night.
One note about Capital Creations. Two locations. Oops. I ordered pizza from one location and then went to pick it up from the other.
In terms of ranking, it's good. Unique topping combinations. But a bit pricey. I mean, it's pizza.
We've got all day in Saluda before the wedding. What to do? There's a sign right by our hotel that says "Rafting" so we take a quick turn expecting some sort of info or outpost right around the corner. We don't have our suits or anything but figure that we'll get the info, decide what to do and grab suits from hotel if necessary.
Yeah, 16 corners later, and by corners I mean switchbacks we're at the bottom of a really steep hill that I want to call a mountain we're at the rafting station. All I want is Dramamine.
Needless to say, there was no way I was going up that hill and back down again, go rafting and go up that hill. I eagerly asked if there was an alternate route out. There was but it was twice as long. So, up the hill we went again.
It was really one of those er "adventures" when you really ought to stop but I was convinced the rafting place really was right around the next corner. About 20 times.
Headed to Saluda, NC for a wedding. Stopped in High Point to look at a car. The best part was watching everyone struggle with how to get the key out of the ignition (the car needs to be in reverse). We arrived just in time to miss the BBQ food at the square dance. So, we headed over to the Saluda Inn. This was not where we were staying, but some of the guests were. This place is prime for a weekend murder mystery, no? Roses
I have been told that either I blog about this, or the story will be told for me. So, here it goes.
I'm helping some friends move. At the end of the day friends and movers are gathered in the kitchen decompressing. I'm standing at the pass through counter and notice a bag of some sort of treat. As we're talking, I grab one of the treats. It looks like a seed of some sort. I'm intrigued. I sniff it and then take a tiny bite out of the side.
I've just hate a bite of dog food.
One of the movers is so amused by this that he has to pace the length of the apartment laughing. He feels bad he laughed so much and so hard that he eats a whole kibble and then starts howling like a dog.
It was funny.
Earlier that day, I ended up having to pee in the woods because I read a book at a park with no facilities.
I ran a brainstorm at work today. So, what better way to get peoples brains working than to feed them brains. Brain cupcakes that is. Diane did the decoration. I did the actual baking and mixing part. Red Velvet batter looks like blood. I felt like Dexter!
Well, through no choice of my own I toured the Beltline tonight. Inner Beltline Outer Beltline? Why no something like "Clockwise" or "Counterclockwise"? It felt like I had gone so far in the wrong direction I almost considered just doin' the loop instead of turning back.
First, Diane gets more holes in her ears. They let her hold a teddy bear. Then some FIVE GUYS (delicious). Then some Anthropologie and a pedicure and Star Trek. And some torrential downpour somewhere in there are well.
Only a sensitive new age guy would forgive a woman who eats the last potato she promises to set aside for someone else. On his second birthday of the year. I used to think I was part cat. Now I must be part dog too because of my food agrrrrrrrression.
And I'm back to Denver today. Good news at the agency announced right before we leave. We celebrate in Denver. I have Pina Coladas. Actual drink pictured.
In between meetings went to the bookstore and bought nifty jacket. As did Chris. I totally feel like we belong on a teen tour. Or at least in a catalogue.
Spend the afternoon at the Qwest Call Center in St. Paul. You know when they say "This call is being monitored for quality and training purposes" - they're not kidding.
Northfield's tagline is "Cows, Colleges and Contentment." There's a sign at the entrance to "downtown" that says so. My dad took a pictures of me way back when I was a freshman (almost 14 years ago. shit!)
So, another picture needed to be taken. The wind was blowing hard which is why my hair looks as big as it does in this picture.