Thursday, April 26, 2012

Hottttt Pocket.

I keep forgetting to tell you about this. Rather, I keep being too lazy to move the pictures from "the little camera" to the computer. I finally whined about it enough that Cory did it. Why do I see this as such a chore? Well, I do. The  process is quite unweildy. I don't mind saying that our previous computer made things simpler.

Aren't you glad you came here today?

For Christmas/birthday I got Cory tickets to see Jim Gaffigan in concert. Do you know Jim Gaffigan, or as I like to call him, The Gaff? He's a comedian. A super funny one. A mostly clean one.

(My friend Courtney and I are in the midst of an all-out campaign for our twitter hashtag #thegaff to sweep the nation. You might even call it a blitz. So far, there have been no takers. I even stooped so low as to tweet #thegaff himself, hopeful that at least he might appreciate our brilliance and devotion. Crickets.)

When I bought the tickets, the tree was in the corner of the room and I was staring the creepy babies straight in the mug. Finally, the snow melted and it was Summertime in March and we had a whole day to ourselves, in the fine city of Ft. Wayne, Indiana.

Have you ever seen a churchier city? I was impressed. Everything was so alive and pretty.

Except me.

I had spent the previous eight days lunging ever-nearer to death itself, during what I like to call, with much malice, The Worst Week of my Life. Catchy title, no?

I rallied for our day together. I thought I was mostly better. But then I only ate two bites of my lunch and napped between every stop. I threw my seat back and slept for ten minutes here, ten minutes there. I somehow managed to stay alert during a movie. (Cory picked the movie and his taste usually lands us on the outlandish side, which helped.)



I was still surprisingly woozy, but it was a day away, just the two of us, and the sun was shining. Totally worth a rally.

Sidenote: I have a real thing for statues. I'm captivated. And I might have a touch of pica, because my mouth often waters when I get close to them. I want to lick them. Though I'm sure that happens to everyone...

One of these days, when the stars align and I find myself with a scanner, I will show you my favorite statue photo op of all time. Remind me.

We waited for the marquee to show The Gaff's name, but it never did. And photography was banned inside. But the show was so good. I'll be honest, Cory giggled more than the average attendee. He's The Gaff's model viewer, because he took all the bait.

 

He had me with, "My kids look a lot like me, only they're not as dark skinned."

Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!

This was one of my favorite bits. (As re-bitted on Jimmy Fallon.)




After the show, Cory took my to Biaggi's because one of my favorite things in the whole world is their arugula salad with red beets, avocado, and goat cheese. (Update: My mouth is watering again, only this time for normal reasons) 

The salad arrived, I choked down three or four bites, shoved it aside, cursed the germ that relentlessly waged war on my happiness, and slept the whole way home.

Merry Christmas, Honey!


*All photos with the exception of #2 are credited to Cory.