Parental Visitation

Friday after work I drove out to pick my parents up from the airport. I left with plenty of time to get there, but didn't count on the traffic, so I was still on the road when my mom called from the terminal. Boo, I wanted to be there waiting when they walked into the terminal. Oh well, I found a parking lot (barely) and kind of ran into the building. Took the escalator up to the baggage claims and saw my parents. They are the coolest ever. My mom and I talked while my dad got the bags. Within 15 minutes of seeing me, they both made comments about what I was wearing. I didn't know if I should take it as a compliment, or what, so I just ignored it. We drove to Boulder, got my dad a knee brace, and went to dinner on Pearl St. My parents thought the waitress was on drugs, and she very well might have been. She kept saying things about how the greens were "organic" and the meat was free range. This just cracked my dad up.

Saturday morning we woke up and headed out to my contest. We got there late because I am a retard and didn't mapquest the right place. I was nervous that they weren't going to let me play, but it turned out that my division was last in the day, so I wouldn't be playing until like 4 in the afternoon. We sat around and listened to the little kids who were worlds better than I am, and during the fiddling break there were some nationally ranked cloggers come to exhibition, which was cool. It made me want to break out the old clogs and join a studio...or at least clog in my garage. I played alright, and since I was the only person who signed up to be in my division, I won. $75! I was stoked. I was even more stoked that Eric and Colin came to see me play. I don't know why, but I am always floored when my friends go out of their way to support me. Its not like it isn't anything I wouldn't do for them, but it just seems to mean more. Especially from Eric.

After the contest, my parents took me, Eric and Colin out to dinner. We ate at Rhumba on Pearl St. The food was great, but our waiter was a weirdo. When he was telling us the specials he too kept emphasizing the organic nature of everything. My dad started laughing, and I had a hard time. Especially when he said something was "dusted with carrot powder." Boulder is a strange place for sure.

Church on Sunday was nice. Afterward, all of my friends sat around for a while and talked with my parents, which was so cool. My mom was being really funny.

One thing to note, the mail man didn't say hi or talk to me all day. Retarded. If the situation was reversed I would for sure go up to him and let myself be introduced to his parents. I thought the deal was that we were going to be friends first and foremost. He didn't even act like I was there or that he knew me. Lame.

After I took them back to the airport, I went for family dinner. We had fajitas, and played frisbee afterward. While we were eating dinner this random dog of the apartment above Colin's decided it would be cool to just wander between our legs and under the table because we were sitting out on the patio. Why do dog owners think that everyone loves their animal as much as they do? I guarantee you, we DON'T.

Today I'm meeting Amy and Sarah at Urban Outfitter as high noon because they are having a sale and that $75 prize money is burning a hole in my pocket.