A few years ago on a REAL hot day, Todd and I were living in Media and I decided to meet him on his walk home from the train up to our apartment. I stopped by Rita's and timed it perfectly- I caught him pissed off, walking up the steep hill that is Orange Street on possibly the hottest day in the record of Earth, pulled over, leaned on the horn and SCREAMED out the window, "SWWEEEEETTTIE!!!! WANT SOME RIIIIIIIIIIITAS?!?" in the most annoying voice I could belt out.
It's been a *hilarious* joke we've shared since- Rita has even been in and out of the running for Fancy's for-real name as well. Dad's veto'd it. I like it.
Why the story? I'm enjoying my first Gilati of the season, that's why! I think I had some Rita's later in the summer but the last water ice I definitely remember enjoying was at Kelly's wedding. It was starting to get later in the night and Kelly's brother's water ice was just busted out and I decided that putting three ounces of Malibu in mine was the way to do. Guess what? IT WAS!
Other Spring type things happening:
I'm wearing flip flops for the third day this week.
I'm taking LB (Little Black, my ride) to have the sunroof fixed tomorrow- it isn't doing the thing it was born to do: open. I was given a bit of grief from an old friend who lives in his car about the subject: "so wait, this is the second car you have that you've installed an after market sunroof in and the third car in a row that you insisted have a sunroof?" "Uh, whatever dude. Don't judge me, you live in a car. On purpose."
Otherwise, not a ton except for work, work, work.
BUT (and this is a BIG BUT) I'd be remiss if I didn't mention my friends in this here little blog post.
Possibly one of the coolest, most special things happened to me this weekend. A week or two ago, my friend Kelly Confetti asked what days I had free before Fancy arrived. I wasn't given any other details except that I should leave this past Sunday wide open- they were kidnapping me and that was about it.
I was so busy with Spring Break with my team and work that I didn't even have a second to speculate what we'd be getting into. I mentioned to Todd that morning, that as long as their plans wouldn't include LONG hours putzing around a boring museum seven months pregnant, I was in and I was excited. (Todd assured me my friends knew my likes and dislikes and they probably weren't out to torture me- he was correct.)
I was haaaa-whisked away from my residence around noon to be taken down town to Center City Philadelphia with my buds where they wined and dined me, got me a pedicure, made me a fancy little hat for my belly, showered me with gifts and basically brought me down memory lane to places where my husband, the father of my unborn child, got to know each other.
It made me feel real special. And I've got some ahh-sum friends. Pictures:
If you don't have friends that are like mine, I suggest you get some. Make a girl feel real special and super awesome and I can't wait to return the favour*.
*British spelling.
It's been a *hilarious* joke we've shared since- Rita has even been in and out of the running for Fancy's for-real name as well. Dad's veto'd it. I like it.
Why the story? I'm enjoying my first Gilati of the season, that's why! I think I had some Rita's later in the summer but the last water ice I definitely remember enjoying was at Kelly's wedding. It was starting to get later in the night and Kelly's brother's water ice was just busted out and I decided that putting three ounces of Malibu in mine was the way to do. Guess what? IT WAS!
Other Spring type things happening:
I'm wearing flip flops for the third day this week.
I'm taking LB (Little Black, my ride) to have the sunroof fixed tomorrow- it isn't doing the thing it was born to do: open. I was given a bit of grief from an old friend who lives in his car about the subject: "so wait, this is the second car you have that you've installed an after market sunroof in and the third car in a row that you insisted have a sunroof?" "Uh, whatever dude. Don't judge me, you live in a car. On purpose."
Otherwise, not a ton except for work, work, work.
BUT (and this is a BIG BUT) I'd be remiss if I didn't mention my friends in this here little blog post.
Possibly one of the coolest, most special things happened to me this weekend. A week or two ago, my friend Kelly Confetti asked what days I had free before Fancy arrived. I wasn't given any other details except that I should leave this past Sunday wide open- they were kidnapping me and that was about it.
I was so busy with Spring Break with my team and work that I didn't even have a second to speculate what we'd be getting into. I mentioned to Todd that morning, that as long as their plans wouldn't include LONG hours putzing around a boring museum seven months pregnant, I was in and I was excited. (Todd assured me my friends knew my likes and dislikes and they probably weren't out to torture me- he was correct.)
I was haaaa-whisked away from my residence around noon to be taken down town to Center City Philadelphia with my buds where they wined and dined me, got me a pedicure, made me a fancy little hat for my belly, showered me with gifts and basically brought me down memory lane to places where my husband, the father of my unborn child, got to know each other.
It made me feel real special. And I've got some ahh-sum friends. Pictures:
325 Spruce- Dad's Apartment
Crepes for lunch!
Gettin' our toes did at Nail Bar.
Fancy shark attack shirt from Born Yesterday.
Magic Garden and Fancy Mirrors.
A VERY Fancy Hat for a very Fancy baby.
Mom, Fancy, the Fancy Brigade.
Mom and Dad's meeting spot/first date on September 6, 2005: Dollar Dog Night when the Phils lost to the Astros.
If you don't have friends that are like mine, I suggest you get some. Make a girl feel real special and super awesome and I can't wait to return the favour*.
*British spelling.
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And um, holy crap, I just saw your little ticker thing and it says 8 weeks til I'm born! Holy shit, 8 weeks?!?!? Insanity.
Also, glad you had a good time. What an overall awesome day, eh?