As always, we had a pretty social weekend. We had plans Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday day. Poor Randy, though. He wanted to bail on the Sunday plans so he could have a day of rest, but I insisted he join me. He did, and I believe he had a reasonably good time, but the poor workaholic could use a break. I promised he could have next Saturday to himself. Though, we’re on vacation the next day so he may not need a day off (unless by “day off” he means a day off from me). And that’s fine, too – I can relate to that. My limitless charm does have the ability to exhaust people.<\/p>\n
Anyway, Friday night we headed over to Pete’s house for dinner and Wii. After playing with mine (Wii game system, that is) Pete went and got one for himself. Good times.<\/p>\n
On Saturday, we cleaned the house then headed up to our friend’s Scott place (in the middle of nowhere) where he cooked dinner for us and then we played a French card game. Well, at least the name is French. Randy won and poor Deano suffered a catstrophic loss and ended up with a negative score. Scott and I fell somewhere in between.<\/p>\n
Finally came Sunday and we headed up to my old hood in Salem to have breakfast with Pete. I wanted to go to a place called “Taste of Thyme” that I recalled having the best pancakes and Belgian waffles. Pete originally wanted to go to a place called “Graziani’s” (known for their burned french toast). But a few days before, Pete said he’d rather eat at the Hawthorne Hotel. Well, I acquiesced and the three of us headed there. Fortunately, they were only doing some sort of fancy-schmancy brunch and we’d have had to eat in a tavern across the lobby and walk back to the restaurant to get our food. We left and ended up at Taste of Thyme! MMMMM – yummy.<\/p>\n
After the breakfast, we headed back to Pete’s to play some Wii games. But it was most fun when he pulled out the PS3 and I got to rock out on Rock Band. I played some kick-ass drums to Radiohead’s “Creep” and to the Clash’s “Should I Stay or Should I Go.”<\/p>\n
Karen Carpenter, eat your heart out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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