Curly and I flew to Princeton, NJ painfully early Friday morning. Laddie was playing in a water polo tournament there, and I currently have Fridays off. Lad's first game was in the late afternoon Friday followed by two games on Saturday. One night in a hotel plus cheap flights. Priceless.
I decided Curly could miss school. 6th graders can make work up, right? Then it turned out to be a half day (I never looked at the school schedule when I booked the flights). I was like 'Swell, you won't have any homework!'
Curly ended up being a bit disappointed, because half days are fun days at their school. Team building and so on. This half day was for the annual school run. Oops. Curly is a speedster. I told her she could beat all the boys in 7th and 8th grade. This half day our team building time would be spent cheering for Lad.
We loved downtown Princeton. Lad ended up staying in our hotel room because his school team is on a tight budget. The coach (not to be confused with my Coach) was booking 4 kids to a room and then one kid was going to have to sleep on the floor. With Lad at our hotel, then each kid got to share a bed. Besides, Lad is no dummy. He knew he would get a better night sleep in a hotel with us early-to-bed types.
After Lad's last game, we said good-bye and decided we had enough time to eat a quick dinner before heading to the airport. We parked the car - people, this is no easy feat in Princeton. Like any busy downtown area, parking spots are tough to come by. At one point, as I struggled to park my medium sized rental car, Curly whispered 'Thank God you aren't driving the Great White!' Parallel parking is not my favorite thing. I started sweating thinking the surrounding drivers were getting ticked as I jockeyed back and forth into the spot.
Saturday at 5:00 pm, Curly and I - now totally familiar with Princeton - found a spot a few blocks away from the restaurant that we wanted to eat at. The place, for all of those of you who might visit Princeton University someday, is on Nassau and it is called Tacoria. Mexican fare. Awesomeness. Thus our 2nd meals there.
We joked on the way to the airport that they might have to announce to our fellow plane passengers: 'Excuse us but Passenger Shenanigan in isle 8 ingested black beans two consecutive dinners. Sorry in advance for the inner-flight turbulence. You've been warned!'
As we walked up the street away from our rental car, I heard a familiar voice. A man was leaning into the barber shop that we were passing (AT EXACTLY THE RIGHT MOMENT, MIND YOU). He announced: 'Hey guys, I am moving here in two weeks and this is where I am getting my haircut! See 'ya!'
'Hey! You have NO IDEA how often your show in our house!!! Can I take a picture with you and my daughter?' He said 'Sure,' and his girlfriend stepped out of the way.
Curly stood next to him and I held my phone up. Then I gave him a brief Shenanigan life story. 'So we are in town to watch my son play water polo. He goes to (insert school in New York) and we are from Chicago.' People, I am a long-winded type (collective, 'No! Not you?!' from my readers. Kari, go ahead and weigh in here. I have thick skin). I managed to refrain from saying anything else. Just 'Thanks!'
He responded with, 'Cool!', (which Coach later translated for me in case I was confused, to 'I don't really care. Leave me alone.') And then he and his girlfriend waved good-bye and Curly and I wandered star-struck to the Tacoria restaurant.
I am curious to know if any of you recognize him. Go ahead, take a stab. Use my comments below - you can do it, even if you have never commented before! Do you know who this guy is or what show he is on?
By the way, Curly has NOT recovered. She keeps saying, 'I mean, when I woke up yesterday, I didn't know I was going to meet ____!'