The Big V: Part III aka The Spirit of St. Valentine

A summary of the Valentine event is necessary.

As you know, Alex and I made reservations for Biwa and had looked into an OMSI planetarium show. At noon yesterday, I called Alex on my lunch break and we discussed how the planetarium show was something we could live without.

At 4:45 I was saying my good byes to my boss, hopping in the car, and calling my mother to see how her Valentines day had gone. At 4:50, I was receiving a call from Alex and switched over to talk to him. At 5:15 I was picking Alex up at an emergency center and driving him, instead, to Immediate Care at 99th and Glisan, or somewhere in the near vicinity.

Alex had gotten himself hit at a bike event called the "Chariot Battles". I'll give you a moment to stare at that phrase in shock and disbelief.

"Chariot. Battles." On bikes.

*sigh*

Ironically, the Chariot Battles subtitle was Ben Hurt III: A Valentine's Day Masacre on Wheels. Somehow, Alex didn't get the omen.

By the time he got his finger flap glued down and became the newest member of "Nine Finger" (a club for those that have injured their left index finger (or their thumb in my mom's case)) we were starving. Our favorite inexpensive sushi restaurant was surprisingly low on occupancy and we stuffed ourselves with raw fish and rice. We went to Trader Joes and bought some ice cream since it was right near the sushi restaurant, then headed home to unload my ikea findings so that we could go back to the first hospital Alex went to and retrieve his bike.

By the time we got home it was 9. We had been planning to go out and see a friend of mine that was in town, but I had realized at 8:20 that neither of us was feeling up to it... Sorry Joel.

So, at 9pm we turned on the elctric blanket, popped some popcorn, put some anime in the disc drive, and watched 5 episodes between icecream and popcorn.

All in all, not a bad February the 14th. Biwa will be there next weekend, and so will the planetarium. Joel and I will celebrate the week long party that will be Deb's wedding together in August. All is well.

So, in the Spirit of St. Valentine, Alex now has a glued finger that I am nagging him to baby and I am eating a pink heart cookie that my mother sent me. Did I mention that she is wonderful?

Next year, we'll see if we can out do ourselves. Maybe not.

Enjoy the rest of you love-ly weekends!