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This week started off strong with Rizzo and I attending a show at Wolf Trap so see Flight of the Conchords. If you aren't familiar with the duo then I suggest you check out some of their music. They are a two-man novelty band from New Zealand that is bound to make you laugh. Rizzo and I are big fans. So much so that we used their song "Friends" as the song to introduce our wedding party.
I'm nothing else if I'm not a nerd. I like nerdy things. The TV shows I watch all the time are Marvel's Agents of Shield, Marvel's Agent Carter, DC's Legends of Tomorrow, and The Flash. All of these shows are, for sure, about comic books and comic book characters. They are full of action that is, literally, out of this world. They are pure escapism that I love. But sometimes they will, as the kids say, get you in the feels (I feel like such a tool typing that statement that way but it's true).
This week started off with a bang if you can call a 400 mile road trip with a sick 2-year-old a bang. As you know from last week (because both of you are regular readers and are already up-to-date after reading Graduation), Rizzo, Cece, and I were down in North Carolina for my brother-in-law's high school graduation. On Sunday morning we began the 6+ hour drive back up to Herndon, VA. It started off just fine especially when we were able to track down a nice looking and delicious coffee shop to grab some breakfast for the road.
The week started off with a bang. No, I mean literally started off with a bang. On Saturday night when Rizzo and I were on our way to our NextStop Theatre show a wire in our garage door snapped and the door came crashing down. The result was a door that wouldn't close and swung across the garage to bend the rail. The point of that was to tell you that I didn't go to work on Tuesday because the garage door guy was coming by to assess the situation and to hopefully repair the door.
In part 1 of this two part post, we provide a brief history of brunch.
Somewhere along the course of human history it was deemed inappropriate or uncouth to drink alcohol before noon. I don't know why that became the standard. It's not like the sun passing the midway point in the sky has some sort of mythical power that allows alcohol to be acceptable. However, there is one exception: brunch.
The last time I timed myself for a mile run was back in November (I also spent some time Up on the Roof). At that time I ran a mile in 8:52 which represented (1) only the second sub-10 minute mile of my life and (2) the first time I ran under a 9 minute mile. November was a long time ago so on Saturday I thought I'd lace up the sneaks and try to pull my best Prefontaine impression to see check out my mile time.
Weather is such a wonderful thing. Just try and imagine going go your second cousin's wedding, sitting at the "we invited you but didn't expect you to say yes" table, and trying to have a conversation with the elementary school best friend that lost touch when she moved away at age ten but reconnected on Facebook a few months ago so we had to invite her, without weather. It would go a little something like this:
Man, do I need a vacation? I can't wait to get away from work for a week straight and just relax. It's not like work is terribly busy this time of year but I haven't been away for awhile which makes the simplest tasks seem dreadful. I didn't even get up the energy to write this blog post until 6:55pm on Saturday night while Cece was taking a bath and only because I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't miss out on a blog day for at least a year. I'm sure my 7 readers wouldn't mind me skipping just one day. But I didn't because I care.
There was a time in the history of this country and, in fact, the world when you would get your beer from the local brewer. The beer hall was a meeting place and the center of the social and political debate. The beer hall was the meeting place, the motel, the restaurant, and the marketplace. In colonial America, beer was the common drink of choice. Water was not clean (we humans didn't quite understand how to clean water or the importance of drinking fresh water) and beer had the right amount of alcohol to kill all the germs but not so much alcohol (like whiskey or scotch) to get you drunk. The beer hall was the center of town and that is a wonderful tradition that Aslin Beer Company is continuing for Herndon, VA.
