Sports and Cohorts

Humans are very lazy organisms. Whenever my dog sees her red leash, or better, whenever she sees me put on tennis shoes, she works it out in her dog brain that some sort of exercise is going to take place, and the prospect of her being part of that exercise makes her go berserk. She jumps, and hops, and twirls, and shakes from excitement. And nothing is more heart-wrenching than shutting the door on her eager puppy face. . .and seeing her tail stop wagging when she realizes... "oh. I'm not going." But I've never seen a human react that way at the prospect of exercising.

"OMMMMGGGGGGGGGGG I'M GOING RUNNING! I'M GOING RUNNING! AHHHHH PLEASE! YES! JUMPING JACKS! CRUNCHES! BENCHPRESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOO!"

Yannan and her brightly colored balls

I'm too lazy to rotate this.

For his Christmas present, I took the boy to Phoenix to see his favorite team play his second favorite team. Unfortunately I forgot to take into account two things:
1. The interstate time difference
2. The one-lane highway traffic that cost us 2 hours
I think the total journey took us 9 hours.

At least we caught 5 minutes of double overtime.
Phoenix vs. Bulls

Too bad they still lost.

He wasn't this smiley after they lost.

Afterwards we went to eat at The Waffle House.
If you're thinking that this mid-west breakfast/diner chain is run
by sweet old grandmothers, giving you an extra helping of gravy because you "look too skinny,"
you're wrong.

It's run by trashbins named "Red" and "Blue-Jean" whose greatest service consists of asking whether or not you want your liquid sugar disguised as maple syrup microwaved so that you can pour it over your 5 year old gridded sawdust plank, vaguely resembling a waffle.

"scrambled eggs," "hash browns with mushrooms," and "wheat toast"
Their "scrambled eggs" were fluorescent yellow, and basically a fried egg loosely parted by the spatula. Their "hash browns with mushrooms" were cooked with rubbery, cold, canned mushrooms that looked a sickly muddled green color and the actual "potatoes" tasted like cakey play-dough.

I strongly believe that no living thing should ever be exposed to this kind of food, let alone have to pay actual currency for it.
This went down in my books as probably the worst place I've ever eaten.
Ever.

EVER.

He wasn't this happy after the meal.
haha.


CONVERSELY...

Thanksgiving at the Chen house was authentically asian, and
absolutely fabulous. My mother, as usual, overestimated
the amount of food four stomachs could physically consume, and purchased food for 37 people.

We got drunk on plum wine with the dog.
Good times.
What better way to celebrate racist pilgrims and their gluttony?