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Experts informed us that a glass of wine can reduce the perceived pain inflicted by our personal trainers.
This morning we tested the theory… but accidentally substituted “glass” with “bottle.”
Result: the workout was completely painless. In fact, we don’t even remember being at the gym.
The drive to the gym, however, became a full-contact sporting event. I discovered new skills like flashing my lights, driving on the sidewalk, laying on the horn, and aggressively greeting all the neighbors walking their dogs. They were clearly impressed— I could see them in the rearview mirror enthusiastically waving the middle finger and pointing in the direction we will “definitely” not go.
Good news: we sobered up on the drive home.
Bad news: then we could feel the workout again.
Catch me if you can!!
When we got home, we had 4.5 seconds to change clothes and head to Seal Beach for lunch with Robin and her retiring boss. We went to CPK (California Pizza Kitchen) where the food is upscale and quite excellent.
After lunch, we headed home, arriving just as the cleaning staff was exiting. Mary took a short nap, and I worked in the large garden bed, planning to de-weed it over the next two days and rototill it (it’s too large to do by hand anymore).
We got ready for dinner and the theater. We are off to see “God of Carnage” at South Coast Repertory Theater (adjacent to Seagerstrom). But first, we stopped for dinner with Greg and Carolyn at the Silver Trumpet.
Today was Greg’s 74th birthday, and his lady brought him a boutonniere—sweet, classy, romantic… until Greg tried to pin it onto his loose sweater and realized he’d basically been handed a decorative fishhook for a knitted marshmallow.
The sweater stretched, the flower spun, and Greg did that careful senior-citizen thing where he’s moving slowly but somehow looks more panicked. For a solid minute, it was less “dapper birthday gentleman” and more “man attempting minor surgery on a cardigan.”
By the time it finally stayed on, the boutonniere was pinned to a completely different zip code, and Greg looked victorious—like he’d just wrestled a tiny floral octopus and won.
The play was hilarious! We all a) stayed awake, and b) laughed until it hurt. We had seats in row H, near the center, and the acoustics were far better than at Seagerstrom!
Summary: A playground fight between 11-year-old boys brings four parents together to resolve their sons’ conflict. At first, diplomacy rules. As demands are revealed, the living room peace summit spirals into a riotous free-for-all of opposing parenting styles, conflicting personalities, and marital tensions.
We walked back to our cars after the play and headed home. Precious was in her glory, being parked where everyone could admire her.
She needs another seventy-five miles on her before she can reapply for a smog certificate!
Upon arrival at home, we watched just two episodes of “Suits” before crashing for the night. I was able to wake Her Nibs enough so she headed down the hallway to bed!
Today was a busy but enjoyable day! We are getting excited about Sunday, the day of planting our garden!
