Hey Folks -
I realize it's been several days - there was no Rock'N'Roll Friday - Saturday didn't get a post - and well this Monday post might as well be a Tuesday post. It may need to count as one - as I don't think I will have time tomorrow to post something. Tomorrow marks another beginning to single-parenthood. Hopefully Amber's trip won't be so exciting this go round.
Well - Friday was a very busy day. That was the day Amber was supposed to make it home, but the volcano had other ideas. We had it all planned out - I would finish my work in the valley by noon - then pick the boys up at one, we would drive into Anchorage, I had one final appointment at two - then at three/three-thirty head to the airport to pick up Amber. After picking her up - we would all go to Monsters vs. Aliens in 3-D.
Well we got everything done - headed into Anchorage - had the appointment - then the news that most likey the flight would be canceled due to ash. I took the boys to the movie anyway - had a blast. (The movie wasn't as funny as I thought it was going to be - but it's definitely worth it to see in 3-D.) Once the movie was over and we're back in the car - I had a voice mail waiting, it was Amber. She was boarding the plane and would be landing by the time the movie was getting out!
I checked the flight status and saw that we actually had an hour and fifteen minutes to kill. So we went out to dinner to a sit down restaurant. I was adament to the boys that I was not going to kill an hour at McDonalds or something similiar. So we went to Today's Pizza Italian Cuisine and Fine Dining.
Right? I mean - an Eskimo and two children seven and six at a fine dining establishment? Why not?
So we go into the fine dining establishment - and are seated promptly. The seven year old starts looking around at the ambiance decor: "Oh cool - they have grapes! Oh and look at all those dollar bills! They could probably buy a Wii Game." then with increased volume and excitement "Dad? What kind of restaurant is this?"
"It's Italian." I replied.
In a slighty louder voice: "Dad! This is a Chinese restaurant! Look! He's Chinese. They're talking Chinese back there! Dad! What's he saying!?!?! We're at an Italian Chinese restaurant! Could I have chop-sticks with my pizza?"
I'm sorry - could you say that louder please?