We made it to Valentine’s Day dinner on Saturday night though the odds were stacked against us. Early Friday morning, Lynnette shot me a text saying that Madison had thrown up right before school so she kept her home. I had a 6:30 PM game on Friday night anyway, so it’s not like we were going to celebrate then, anyway. Besides, I was so incensed by the team’s performance that I unleashed both hellfire and brimstone in a tirade that would have made the puritans blush. I couldn’t sleep when I got home, so I started watching Sherlock starring Benedict Cumberbatch and the guy who played the porn star in Love Actually. Good stuff. The moral of this story is when life hands you 9 errors, make lemonade.
I bashed Lynnette’s lack of gift-giving prowess a few days ago, and wouldn’t you know? Of course she came up with a great gift. She found me a nice (and expensive – you can tell by how much of that gel stuff is on the heel of the shoe) pair of Asics. I’ve worn them once and they are very comfortable. This is what I am talking about. My expectations are so low, that something like this completely blows me away. The tag on the box said the original price was $190, but Lynnette said she got them for less than $80. Win. “These are to replace the ones you wore to the Color Run,” she said. She’s right. I’ve lost two pairs of shoes to the Color Run. If we do it again next year, I’m going to have to start talking about the Color Run like Mon Mothma talked about the Death Star plans: Many pairs of shoes have died attempting to complete the Color Run.
In case you are wondering, I bought Lynnette and Madison matching dresses from Cinnamon Girl. I will post pictures at such a time when Lynnette decides they will be worn. If I had to guess, I’d say Mother’s Day.
By Saturday afternoon, Madison’s fever had subsided enough for us to leave the house. She and Lynnette had been cooped up in the house for all of Friday and most of Saturday morning, so both were itching to get outside. We left for dinner early and found ourselves at Kahala Mall, which features one of the island’s only candy specialty stores. It’s kind of expensive, but as long as you realize this before you start dumping things into the plastic bag, you’ll be OK. Madison picked out a bunch of sugary snacks and Lynnette got her cracked seed. Here is a picture of both doing what they do. The li hing seed is between the index finger and thumb of Lynnette’s right hand, and Madison’s eating her sour strawberry apple strip like a piece of bacon. I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong. Neither of them ruined their dinner appetites.
We had dinner at JJ Bistro & French Pastry in Kaimuki. It was the second time we’ve eaten there. It was a nice dinner. Madison picked up her glass of water too quickly and spilled a quarter of it all over the table and her lap. “I think the water jumped out. It didn’t want to get drank,” she said. That was pretty clever, I have to hand it to her. Lynnette had a seafood curry with puff pastry; I ate the game hen with mashed potatoes. We were both happy with our meals. Madison ate a cheese pizza which she neither loved nor hated, but viewed as a necessary evil which needed to be conquered in order to get to that plastic bag of candy again. Maybe the proverbial carrot-on-a-stick works for most donkeys, but as far as my personal donkey is concerned, sweets do it every time.
It was wonderful to have a full day off to spend with my girls. Next weekend, the baseball team will travel to Molokai without me, so I will have a few nights with them then. I can’t wait. That’s what happens when you try to do everything: you find out you can’t.