Sunday Funday

As much as I try to be super spontaneous, it's not always my strong point. As I get older, my love for my calendar and a plan grows stronger. But every once in a while a glimmer of my younger self shines through and provides me a great day of random adventure.

Yesterday was one of those days.

Courtney was in town for a show Saturday night so I knew I would see her Sunday, but I didn't know when or for how long. When she showed up around 1pm and said she was staying the night I began thinking of what we were going to do - what should we do for meals, where should we kill time etc.

We decided a visit to Green Lake was in order and after a quick phone call to Grandpa, headed in his direction. He decided he wanted to take us out for lunch and after an hour or so of visiting, we popped up to Tangletown for lunch at The Elysian. We started with mussels, then Grandpa had a quesadilla and Court and I split a Ruben. It was Courtney's first Ruben and I think she was pleased.

During our visiting, Grandpa told us a bunch of stories about his time in the military. We heard about where he was stationed and how he worked his angles to get things like a quick airplane ride to San Diego to play golf, or to get transferred out of Dallas. Don't tell Billy, but Grandpa referred to Dallas as the place where "if you were to give the country an enema, the tube would go in Dallas".

He eventually made his way to Whidbey Island where he developed a solid relationship with The Commodore after helping the high-ranking officer with a Sunfish injury. Neither Courtney or I knew what this was. Turns out, when a horse sticks his front legs straight out and falls on it's stomach, that's called Sunfishing. It leaves the rider with a separated pelvis. Not a pleasant experience.

I'm not really sure the conclusion of the relationship between Grandpa and The Commodore because as he was leading into an ending, the phone rang and Connie was on the line. Grandpa quickly wrapped up with Court and I to take the call.

After having a beer with lunch (and a mimosa with breakfast, in Courtney's case) we decided that another drink was in order. I mentioned having bloody mary fixings at the house and Courtney's response was more than excited. So we headed back to my house to continue the party. We cooked egg muffins and quinoa patties while we drank and pretty soon Matt was home from the studio. A quick text to Mel confirmed that she would head in our direction after work and a couple hours later it was a full on family function.

We had a great evening of snacks, wine gossip (Matt retired to the other room, smart man) and ended the evening with a quick walk to Mel's house for a shot of Fireball. All I can say is I never would have planned that's how the day would shake out and I'm glad for that.