I got taken down memory lane in a couple random ways last night…
Nacho is running away to Mexico for a week and a half that includes his birthday, and then I’m running away to Tahoe for a week that includes my birthday, so we decided to celebrate in advance with a birthday dinner in Kemah last night. We went to Landry’s and had lots of food, capped off with key lime pie, which was very yummy.
The waitress totally thought we were on a date, which was very funny and reminded me of the hilarious conversation Nick and I had back at Stanford when we went to a dance together and tried to explain to the very cute but very foreign Tibor (a Slovakian guy) that Nick was my date yet it was not a date nor were we dating. Ah, good times. I want to go back to Stanford and make it somehow last longer than nine months. There were some bad times there, to be sure, but there were some really good ones too.
I came home to a message on my phone from Jelly Santelli, who was sitting in Florida at the Disney baseball complex (or whatever it’s called) watching the Braves play the Astros in spring training. He saw someone wearing a “Mrs. Javy” shirt (despite the fact that he doesn’t play for the Braves anymore) and called to say it made him think of the “Javy is a Jottie” sign that Katie and I made along with our cousins way back when (1994?). I hadn’t thought about that in a long time. We drove up to Philadelphia from the farm to see the Braves play the Phillies, and we took signs with us. Javy is a Jottie. Hahahaha.
Anyway. This concludes today’s blog entry that was full of reminiscing and inside jokes that you’d only get if I’ve told you the story. Well, or if you were there.
Hahaha.
