It's just after 8am on Monday morning and rather than being full of beans I'm already feeling fried. Mostly that is to do with waiting up until 2:30am for my parents, but more on that later.
On Saturday we headed out early for an important luncheon appointment with Aunts Marthie and Angie and Uncle Ralph at their favorite restaurant - Sizzler. Michelle's Nina (Aunt Eleanor to me) joined us over there also. After an enjoyable lunch of endless shrimp, Chicken Malibu and stories about our respective dead pets we stopped by at Aunt Eleanor's place to see where they lived and to get barked at by a scruffy 6 month old puppy.
From there we headed up to the San Mateo area for the evening's Luce gig which where we were joined by Per (from Denmark) and Bob (from Denver). The band were fantastic, as ever. These guys really deserve to be bigger - we'll continue to do our bit by making sure that new people get to see them each time and for telling the world about them through the far-reaching platform of UlloaSullivan.com.
Sunday morning we got up fairly early for our traditional Pantry breakfast before doing a bit of shopping and driving back to Kingsburg. Of course, upon arrival it was already 3pm and a serious nap was called for - not just to recuperate from the strenuous activity that preceded it but for the necessary drive back to San Mateo for work, car vibration attention and to pick up Mum and Dad from their Vancouver trip. It turns out that they weren't just trying to keep me up and worrying about them - like I never did to them as a teenager - but rather that the weather was bad in Vancouver and that Air Canada was cancelling flights and their finally-confirmed-standby-flight-on-United got delayed by more than 4 hours after multiple de-icings, de-icer machine breakdowns and weather warnings. They finally arrived at the hotel at 2:30am where I was fast asleep on the pullout couch.
After a stern telling-off and warnings of 'if they do it again they'll be grounded' I let them go to bed - mostly so I could get 3 more hours of sleep before getting up heading to the BMW dealer.
It's not always about me, but sometimes it just is.
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