weekend of destruction

Current mood: destructive

Memorial Day weekend was… destructive.

The weekend started nice enough. On Friday evening, I had dinner at a new restaurant (new to me at least) called Press 101 located in Dr. Phillips. I highly recommend this casual, trendy restaurant if your taste buds are in need of something fun. It's not very common that I can truly say I've tasted something entirely new (with the exception of my latest venture with sea creatures), but at Press 101 I experienced hummus like I've never had, a sandwich like no other and I had the amusement of biting into a caper berry for the first time ever (and the bonus fun of debating what it was for a good ten minutes before asking the friendly owner who stopped by the table).

After leaving…that's when the destruction (sans proper permits) began. Breaking, breaking and more breaking.

First, on Friday night I broke a friend's drinking glass which resulted in red wine being splattered all over his beige carpet. The sunshine? Two points in particular - 1) the drinking glass broke when it fell against a glass coffee table which DID NOT break and 2) the red wine failed to stain the carpet.

Second, on Saturday I broke a promise. The sunshine? The promise was to myself and I'm fairly forgiving… so I've already been pardoned.

Third, on Sunday morning while making pancakes I opened the cabinet door (which turned out to be a boobie-trap waiting to happen) only to have every dish in my cabinet fly towards me as if being launched. While cleaning up the trillion shards that littered the countertops, the open dishwasher, the bowl of pancake batter I'd just mixed, the kitchen floor and even the bathroom floor, I discovered the one large piece of dinner plate that remained. It was approximately two inches across and one inch high and was the center of the plate that had been stamped with the name brand and a false promise. Below the word Correll, the gray letters said, "Chip and Shatter Resistant." The sunshine from this story? I had enough Bisquick and eggs to mix a new bowl of batter.

Fourth… now, by this time I need not even touch the victim to make it break. On Sunday afternoon when I opened the door to my truck, the glove compartment fell open. Upon investigation, I learned that the latching mechanism broke. No close no more. The sunshine? I learned the replacement is fairly inexpensive and should be an easy DIY job.

Fifth, on Sunday night I fell asleep wearing my glasses, rolled over during the night and… you guessed it. Broke the glasses and scratched the area between my eyes where the nose piece pushed upwards against my face. The sunshine? They were my old ones as I don't wear my daywear glasses to bed.

On Monday… the last day of Memorial Day weekend… a friend broke his sunglasses in my presence. It wasn't me!! Wooohooo!!! The sunshine? When he broke his own sunglasses, the only thing I broke was my weekend curse. (Yeah – sorry about your sunglasses.)

In the middle of typing this (Tuesday night), the electricity blinked. Everything came back on, but my cable box has yet to reload data and is still displaying a blue screen. Please don't be broken!!!