fat and happy

Posted by beth on November 23, 2007

Well, friends, it has been a most eventful few days. Allow me to catch you up.

Wednesday:

After I did very, very little (you know. you were there), I went to Bojangles for my engagement party with Grady. Oh, I didn’t mention we were engaged? How silly of me. He proposed via text message AND Facebook, so you know it’s serious. Never mind that we’ve neither dated nor ever had that sort of interest in one another (as far as I know). If we want to get engaged with a cheap, borrowed Avon ring, that’s our business, ok? Don’t judge.

After that, I headed to Asheboro, where I went to see Enchanted with my sister, and I have to say – I LOVED it. It was absolutely, perfectly, ridiculously, purposefully, unpretentiously cheesy. I mean, don’t get me wrong. It was cheesy for sure, but it was so on purpose that it didn’t make you want to vomit at all. It was just entertaining. I particularly enjoyed the part where she summons the animals of New York to come and help her clean the apartment, and all the pigeons, cockroaches and sewer rats come flooding in. Yeah. Funny. Go see it if you like fairy tales and/or musicals at all.

Thursday:

(my sister’s plate: I liked it because it looked like a festive Thanksgiving food wreath.)

Happy Thanksgiving! We slept in a little, which wasn’t quite enough considering that my sister and I had stayed up rather late the night before, but her upstairs neighbors are as bumpy-aroundy as mine are, so sleeping wasn’t really an option. People were coming over anyway. We spent the day with family (mom, dad, both sisters, aunt, uncle and aunt) and one of my sister’s friends who’s from Colorado and didn’t go home. We cooked, we ate, we hung out, we cleaned up, we ate some more, we packed up roughly three days’ worth of left-overs. And around 4:45, after several failed attempts, I finally left successfully and headed back to Raleigh. I arrived safely approximately an hour and a half later.

Now, before I can proceed with the proceedings of my Thursday, a little back-story is in order. In the summer of 2004, I spent nearly two months backpacking around Europe. Check out the archives for more details. It was a fun time full of tips for my future husband (speaking of which…pearl engagement ring: look into it). Anyhoe, when I was in Paris, I met an Australian named Adam at the ‘Young and Happy’ hostel where we were both staying. It was my last night in Paris and his first, and he kept telling me he was going to bed, yet we kept talking. Nothing shady. Nothing romantic. We just had a lovely conversation, and I will forever think of him whenever I remember that trip to Paris.

Well, nearly 3.5 years later, we still keep in touch. We were really bad about keeping in touch for a long time, but with the advent of Facebook, we’re much better. So yesterday evening, we decided to chat on Skype, which was highly entertaining because he must have gone through three different microphones before getting one to work, so there were several calls made on which I spoke, and he could hear me, but I couldn’t hear him, so bless his heart, he just had to listen to me ramble on about nothing for several minutes while he tried to get his mic to work. Then, when he finally did get it to function properly, the first thing he said to me was that I sounded more American than he remembered. And I had to respond with saying how Australian he sounded. I guess when I read his emails, I “hear” the words in my own American-accented voice, so even though I know he has an Australian accent, I still imagine him talking like me. I love the Australian accent, though, and I hadn’t actually spoken to him in a really long time, so it was good to hear his voice. Thanks, Skype! We heart you.

Well, then Will came over for a movie night, and we waited around chit-chatting for a while to see if anyone else would come, but nobody did, so we watched 50 First Dates, chit-chatted for a while longer, and then he went home, and I went to bed.

It was an extremely high-quality day from start to finish.

Today:

I slept in. I ate my left-over Papa John’s from Wednesday (such a good decision to get that the other day). I officially started my Christmas shopping. I had dinner with Emily Gibson at Sushi Thai (yummm), which we have renamed “Wushi Thai” because of all the wooden decor wood + sushi = wushi. After dinner, we went to Barnes and Noble, where we sat looking at books we want to add to our Christmas lists (Mom, I’ll send you the book list in a moment). And that pretty much brings us to the present. Oh, by the way, I’m seriously considering becoming a vegetarian. Just so you know.

Tomorrow, I’m going to walk 6-8 miles in the morning before heading off to WILKESBORO!!!!! for Emily Furr’s wedding shower. It’s going to be another good day, friends. I can feel it.