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Had a great weekend with my dad. Architectural tours of the historic Willo and Encanto Palmcroft districts, dress shopping, manicures/pedicures, and discussions of past and future musicals at ASU Gammage. It had to have been a lot for my dad (a self-professed redneck who doesn't own any pants that are not jeans, greets people by saying "Howdy", had never valet-parked his car, etc.) to deal with, but he handled it all like a champ. He's the best person I know.
We balanced it all out with a wild game dinner last night (frying up the pheasants and deer and elk tenderloin that he brought with him) and a round of hotly-contested miniature golf this afternoon followed by dinner at In 'N Out. I was on the verge of beating my dad at mini-golf for the first time ever, but an 11-stroke 17th hole never did anyone any favors.
He went to the airport a couple of hours ago to fly home to Colorado, and I'm a little sad, not gonna lie. I keep thinking I should do yoga or something, but instead I'm watching this horrible NBA All Star game and tooling around looking at spring training pics.
( My findings. )
Hmm, this All Star game has unexpectedly become far more compelling. But, yoga it is.
We balanced it all out with a wild game dinner last night (frying up the pheasants and deer and elk tenderloin that he brought with him) and a round of hotly-contested miniature golf this afternoon followed by dinner at In 'N Out. I was on the verge of beating my dad at mini-golf for the first time ever, but an 11-stroke 17th hole never did anyone any favors.
He went to the airport a couple of hours ago to fly home to Colorado, and I'm a little sad, not gonna lie. I keep thinking I should do yoga or something, but instead I'm watching this horrible NBA All Star game and tooling around looking at spring training pics.
( My findings. )
Hmm, this All Star game has unexpectedly become far more compelling. But, yoga it is.
