My weekend rocked. I have these shitty weeks, and then Friday rolls around and everything looks up. It's as if the day itself is magical.
So we went out to dinner for the best mom ever's 43rd birthday on Friday night...by the time we got done with all the shenanigans it was around 11:15...so Michael and I decided against going to the SGNY Anti-Valentine's Day party. We wouldn't have been much fun as it was anyway. I woke up to several text messages and some voicemails about how I was missed. Have I mentioned yet how much I love legionnaire,RxQueen and BukkakeGod? You guys are the cutest.
Anywho, I'd been wanting to journey into Brooklyn to find the house that my Grandpa Bernie grew up in (the one that passed away last year). It took a little bit of investigating since I couldn't figure out where his DD-214 from the Navy was, but I knew the address was on it. So we went down into East Flatbush on Saturday afternoon. I got all farklempt. There's something about knowing where your roots grew out of that gets me all gooey and sentimental. The neighborhood has changed drastically- talk about a demographic shift- but the house was in good repair and looked like it was lived in. Since Poppy and Little Nana lived there (about 1970), the fence around the house has changed (it's wrought iron as opposed to white picket), but not much else. It was sad, but a little uplifting at the same time.
I'm going to go watch 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' now...*sighs* I heart digital cable.
So we went out to dinner for the best mom ever's 43rd birthday on Friday night...by the time we got done with all the shenanigans it was around 11:15...so Michael and I decided against going to the SGNY Anti-Valentine's Day party. We wouldn't have been much fun as it was anyway. I woke up to several text messages and some voicemails about how I was missed. Have I mentioned yet how much I love legionnaire,RxQueen and BukkakeGod? You guys are the cutest.
Anywho, I'd been wanting to journey into Brooklyn to find the house that my Grandpa Bernie grew up in (the one that passed away last year). It took a little bit of investigating since I couldn't figure out where his DD-214 from the Navy was, but I knew the address was on it. So we went down into East Flatbush on Saturday afternoon. I got all farklempt. There's something about knowing where your roots grew out of that gets me all gooey and sentimental. The neighborhood has changed drastically- talk about a demographic shift- but the house was in good repair and looked like it was lived in. Since Poppy and Little Nana lived there (about 1970), the fence around the house has changed (it's wrought iron as opposed to white picket), but not much else. It was sad, but a little uplifting at the same time.
I'm going to go watch 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' now...*sighs* I heart digital cable.
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Enjoy the concert. I love those guys.
theres another party here this sat, tho... its a party month!