The Case of the Kooky Cookies

What an interesting weekend! Lately, it seems like they always are.

Friday after work, SJ and I drove down to Tucson. The theater company he works for was premiering Sherlock Holmes: The Final Adventure. On the way down we stopped at McDonald's for a delicious meal. I had the #1 with a coke and he had the #4 with a diet coke.

The show was great. As my family knows, I'm a huge Sherlock Holmes fan. Or at least I was as a child. I loved the guy at 221B Baker Street. I thought he was so cool because he was so smart. He was sort of a hero of mine (that sounds really geeky but it's true). Anyway, the play was very amusing and interesting. I thought the actors who played Holmes and Watson were very good. The Holmes was no Basil Rathbone, but he was good.

Now you may have wondered why I mentioned that we supped at McDonald's. I tend to eat very healthy. So, a brief foray into fast food plays havoc on my digestive system. At the quietest moment of the play, my stomach decided to digest a french fry or part of my Big Mac. It made the LOUDEST ROAR POSSIBLE. SJ turned to me and said, "Was that you?" I was going to blame it on the old lady next to me who farted TWICE, but I owned up to it.

After the play we went to a cast party -- it had free beer! After drinking all of the Fat Tires they had, we headed back to the little apartment ATC let us use. It was really cute and a fun little overnighter. It only cost $10 (for McDonald's) for the whole evening!

Saturday we drove back IN THE RAIN!!! It was not only raining in Phoenix (breaking our 140+ days of no rain--we even made it to the front page of the New York Times--here's a copy of the article), but it was snowing in the higher elevations. Kevin works in Fountain Hills (a suburb of Phoenix) and it was snowing there. It was also snowing where my coach and his partner live (the picture above is from their house). Here's another one. BTW. Phill, I stole your pix for my blog. :-D

Saturday night we had a Monte Carlo Casino Night to raise money for our trip to the Bingham Cup in NYC. Poor SJ had to stand out in the freezing rain to greet people and escort them in. He was supposed to have help. But the prima donna who was supposed to help him said there was a "miscommunication." At the end of the night, said teammate confessed that it was too cold and that's why he wore his suit instead of his shorts and apologized to Joe. I went out to warm him up a couple of times, but he kept telling me to go back inside.

The night was a complete success. Eric and his subcommittee did a kickass job.

While the boyz went to Charlie's, Joe and I went home. He was exhausted from being out in the rain and scarfing down too much dessert (I didn't have the cookies, but William told me they were excellent). I watched Scary Movie 3, took a shower and then opened the window and just listened to the rain come down for a bit. It was so peaceful and so nice to hear rain. I then got into bed and slept very soundly!