But I think we also hit the Fir, Moshi AND La Carta, and overall overindulged at all of our favorite places. I saw it coming, but that doesn't mean my guts were happy about it.
Sunday was more of the same, really. Walked the market, showed off my climbing skillz over at the gym (which I must say, Adam was quite impressed with), cribbage at the Fir, and a full dinner at the Walrus.
Free oysters. So full of win!
I was hella hungover on Monday, mostly because I didn't get enough sleep after all the weekend insanity. Add one more layer to it, and we hit Uneeda Burger Monday afternoon:
Apparently the fine folks there at Uneeda are still working on their GF training because Tuesday I was in worse shape, and ultimately went home around lunch to sleep it off. Called in sick Wednesday, and made the turn back *towards* healthy. Wednesday we also tackled my clogged dryer duct, which included a 12 foot duct rotor rooter, with two different brushes and one mid-evil torture device to retrieve one of said brushes that got stuck up in the duct. This all allowed Adam to camp out at my place for 24 hours and wash everything from Midway. It's still TBD whether the dryer is fully functional, since the circuit breaker panel in my condo is now rattling and Adam claims the dryer never really gets hot. If nothing else, the sensor-based drying function sucks. Which is awesome for a one-month-old, super-expensive dryer.
Last night we attempted to be part of Famer's pre-surprise-party surprise party, but the crowd was 45 minutes late to the designated meeting spot, which was long enough for us to finish our round and decide to call it. I pinged Tasha to make sure we were in the right place, and she actually called to apologize for keeping us waiting so long. One of my college roommates (and part of the Collective Brain) is in town to celebrate, so rowing has already been called off for tomorrow morning in anticipation of an epic surprise bash tonight. Except Adam says Farmer gets a punch in the nose for standing us up last night: Happy Birthday Mo-Fo. POW. Other than that, I think they'll all get along fine.