Ok, so I can sit for a few minutes and tell a tale or two. First off, the confirmation story has been pretty much told, so I will fast forward through that. On to the baseball game.
Last year, Brian was on a travel team called the Hilltoppers. They lost every game they played, and most often by the 'mercy rule' which states that if one team is ahead by ten or more runs at the end of the fourth inning, the game is called as an act of mercy to the losing team (and to all the poor parents in attendance.) To make a long story short, the better players on the Hilltoppers all switched to other teams, and Brian found himself a spot on a team called the Knights. The Knights are doing OK, they have lost a few, but they have only been mercied once. The Hilltoppers managed to ressurect without their defectors, but they don't seem to have gained any edge as far as their playing record.
Today, the Hilltoppers faced the Knights. Brian, who usually shares the position of right field with another player in alternating innings, got to be the starting pitcher today! He only gave up one run, and that was on an error! So it was a very exciting game for him, although it was absolutely freezing cold, and he was also thudded in the thigh by a pitch. He has a bruise the size of a small grapefruit already, and it's only been a few hours.
After a brief visit at the home of Christine, Megan's fellow "confirmand', we headed off to our Dinner With the Doll. It was at a (relatively) new restaurant, and it was fairly ok. First, a little background: our neighbor ran over her son's foot on Friday, fracturing one of the bones. In her defense, he got out of a moving car, and she didn't know she was on his foot. But he has this fancy black boot on it now. He showed it off to us yesterday. They're sort of like the neighbors in 'Home Improvement' - they come and talk to us across the fence.
The restaurant in question is a little fancy-ish, and although they have just about 12 parking spots in a tiny lot, they valet park the cars. So we came out, and had them fetch the Doll's car first (our old Volvo, just recently repaired since she crashed it ... and I can see how she did, as we were approaching the lot she rolled across the street in front of us, from a lot across the street, without even looking to see if anyone was coming.) Megan, Brian, and I all stood at the top of the walkway, trying to avoid the chill in the air while Kevin helped the Doll put her flowers in the car. The nice valet, an older-ish middle Eastern-ish man had held onto them while we ate.
As we waited, a stocky man with a wild mane of hair came out of the restaurant on crutches. I looked and he had the same boot as our poor run-over neighbor. I, never have been one to think before I spoke, said to him, "did your mother run over your foot, too?" To that he returned a witty response, and then bantered a little with Brian, asking him his age, grade, and if he is getting out of or going into seventh grade this year. I told him, that remains to be seen.
Once the Doll and her flowers were safely removed, and our car was pulled up, the valet returned. To our humourous new colorful friend, he said, "aren't you on tv?"
=:-O
The gentleman did not want to admit to much, but he eventually did confess to being the owner of one of the most pretigious restaurants in the area. Well, I have since googled him, and have discovered him to be none other than David Burke, Executive Chef. It was quite humorous. He had told us that he was on his way to visit his mother, and then he got into a town car with a driver, and sped away. I still don't really know who he is, but clearly, I am in the minority. I bet James, Pastry Chef, would be impressed.
We ended up behind them for several miles, and just as we came to a spot where the road split, they suddenly peeled off to the right, furthering our impression that they thought we were Star Chef Stalkers!
And that was our brush with greatness for the day. Pictures of the festivites, and maybe even a video, if I can figure out how to do it, may be forthcoming. No pictures of our new friend, alas. He left us as fleetingly as he found us.
In other news, I will stay home tomorrow and await the arrival of the electrical and gas inspectors for the final inspection on the new air conditioner. So far, no sub calls, and I hope that there will be none. I am sad that the forecast is so gloomy, as I would like to see some sunlight if I am to be home all day; but I'll try to get laundry and other chores done. No word on a shed permit yet. Our pool is being opened on Friday! I hope it warms up by then. Of course, the weather must be bad for tomorrow, because Kevin has planned a day trip to Toronto. The last time he went there, they ended up cancelling ALL the flights, and he had to spend the night in the airport.
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