Jet-lag and Other Stuff
When we first arrived in Iasi, Romania last week, I started a post, but I was too jet-lagged to finish it. Then, of course, we got busy visiting our friends and sight-seeing, and I was too tired. Now, we're back home, but I'm too tired and sleepy to try to back-track our holiday happenings.
I did, however, manage to buy groceries and replenish the beer supply with many flavors. I made us a pot roast, potatoes, and salad tonight, and it was while dining on this fine meal (hehe) that we talked... about all kinds of things because I have the attention-span of a... well, I can't think of it because I have a short attention-span.
ME: How's the meat? Is it tough? Because I cooked it slowly. Is it OK?
WHH: Yeah, it's good.
ME: Yeah? But you ate your salad faster than you ate the meat. That's a bad sign. Are you sure it's ok?
WHH: [Chuckle] Yes, it's good. It just tastes different.
ME: Oh, then it's the cut of the meat. It's not like it's a rib-roast. What did you eat for lunch today, something with green in it? At least your getting green veggies tonight.
WHH: I had chicken with mushroom soup, tuna sandwich, and some chips.
ME: Don't you get tired of eating the same thing every day?
WHH: They change the soups, so I get something different every day, and the ladies always fix me a special bag of chips.
ME: Oh, well, OK, so long as you get some veggies. So, I finally emailed myself the pictures that I took at the Goethe-diner in Frankfurt.
WHH: Hmmm.... hey, I heard a new Riahanna song today.
ME: Really? Girl-crush, girl-crush! Whoever the artistic director was of her "Umbrella" video should get an award.
WHH: [Smile] So, did you notice the guy with the Bad Monkey t-shirt when we were in the Frankfurt airport?
ME: Bad Monkey!!! and you didn't tell me? Was it Dave's Bad Monkey?
WHH: I don't know.
ME: Whaddya' mean you don't know! (I get my Bad Monkey t-shirt from the closet for him to double-check). Well, was it a Dave Bad Monkey?
WHH: Aw, hell, if you hadn't been ogling and secret-squirreling pictures of the waiter-dude you thought was so hot, this wouldn't be an issue.
ME: Uh, yeah, I guess you're right.
Here are the pictures of the hot waiter-dude at the Goethe-diner in Frankfurt Airport for your viewing pleasure...
PEE-ESS: Our sleep and poop-cycles are OFF, and that "cut" of beef is going through the WHH like "Grant took Richmond". Shit! Shit! Shit! (My grandmother's favorite expression, and mine too).
6 comments:
That is so funny, I remember her saying that.
That waiter is really hot! I don't think I would have noticed the Bad Monkey T-shirt either.
Of course it took Grant months...
Welcome back.
You obviously weren't jet-lagged enough if you noticed the hot waiter dude.
You mean like shit through a goose?
Welcome back.
You mean Dave's Bad Monkey has gone international? Holy Cow! Oh I mean Holy Monkey?
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