Every other Wednesday or so Dad and I get to have dinner in DC after his doctor's appointment in the area. I always look forward to it and we have the best time. If you could see me when I leave these dinners, you'll probably be hard-pressed to find someone with a bigger smile.
Tonight was funny because I pull up, he asks where I want to eat, I ask where he wants to eat, and though we both know the restaurants we have to choose from, neither of us offer up any choices. We tried the Italian place 3 visits in a row because we both hate change then last time we got adventurous and tried a cool new place so I'm assuming we are on the trend of trying another. Then Dad says, "Lets just go to McDonalds." If you know Dad/2d you know he's rarely serious about anything, so he's obvi joking. So, since its 70 degrees in February we walk up to the first place we see after I parallel park my car and he comments "wow! quite the little parker you are!" Yes, Dad, I am quite the little parker.
Anyhow we walk up to the first place we see that has people sitting at tables outside. Its mediterranean food and called Meddaterra or something. We both stare at the menu outside silently for a solid minute (minet for some people). I know I am thinking FSAD what is all this crap and what the F would i order. When has team olson ever eaten mediterranean food? Then I find some bland chicken on the menu. I just googled the menu and apparently their website is temporarily (read: permanently or always been) out of order. Okay, now at least if he chooses this place I have my order picked. But he won't choose this place anyhow, it's too weird. Pitas and hummus... ehh we aren't really hipsters. He says we should look inside and see what that is like since the tables outside are all full. The atmosphere is fine.
We go inside, and by both of our indecision/codependence end up immediately seated at a table. He seems to be enjoying it. So he asks what Im going to order and I defer to what is he getting. He obviously likes this place. He immediately says "I have no idea what any of this crap is. I don't want any of it." and laughs so hard.
So, we stay. He orders some random ass crap that he only gets because he gets the waitress to promise that she thinks he will like it and I get chicken which comes with french fries, which seems odd. I get ranch dressing and as AMO does, proceed to cover everything in it until I am basically just enjoying ranch dressing with a side of fries and chicken. oh, and coronas for $3. also, when the waitress first arrives she says Miller Lites, Coronas are $2 and chicken wings and hummus are free. "FREE?" - Dad. "No, THREE." - Waitress "I was gonna say! Fiiiine I guess we'll have it if we have to." - Dad hahahahahha. greg you like that?
Tonight was funny because I pull up, he asks where I want to eat, I ask where he wants to eat, and though we both know the restaurants we have to choose from, neither of us offer up any choices. We tried the Italian place 3 visits in a row because we both hate change then last time we got adventurous and tried a cool new place so I'm assuming we are on the trend of trying another. Then Dad says, "Lets just go to McDonalds." If you know Dad/2d you know he's rarely serious about anything, so he's obvi joking. So, since its 70 degrees in February we walk up to the first place we see after I parallel park my car and he comments "wow! quite the little parker you are!" Yes, Dad, I am quite the little parker.
Anyhow we walk up to the first place we see that has people sitting at tables outside. Its mediterranean food and called Meddaterra or something. We both stare at the menu outside silently for a solid minute (minet for some people). I know I am thinking FSAD what is all this crap and what the F would i order. When has team olson ever eaten mediterranean food? Then I find some bland chicken on the menu. I just googled the menu and apparently their website is temporarily (read: permanently or always been) out of order. Okay, now at least if he chooses this place I have my order picked. But he won't choose this place anyhow, it's too weird. Pitas and hummus... ehh we aren't really hipsters. He says we should look inside and see what that is like since the tables outside are all full. The atmosphere is fine.
We go inside, and by both of our indecision/codependence end up immediately seated at a table. He seems to be enjoying it. So he asks what Im going to order and I defer to what is he getting. He obviously likes this place. He immediately says "I have no idea what any of this crap is. I don't want any of it." and laughs so hard.
So, we stay. He orders some random ass crap that he only gets because he gets the waitress to promise that she thinks he will like it and I get chicken which comes with french fries, which seems odd. I get ranch dressing and as AMO does, proceed to cover everything in it until I am basically just enjoying ranch dressing with a side of fries and chicken. oh, and coronas for $3. also, when the waitress first arrives she says Miller Lites, Coronas are $2 and chicken wings and hummus are free. "FREE?" - Dad. "No, THREE." - Waitress "I was gonna say! Fiiiine I guess we'll have it if we have to." - Dad hahahahahha. greg you like that?
At one point I say the word granted, but I pronounce it granite and he corrects me. I laugh. How long have I been saying it like that? FML.
We stay for over 2 hours upon which its 10pm and he has to drive back home to fred and get to bed. its late for a worknight i guess.
He hands me a card that he says he wants me to have. Its a card from an old friend of my Aunt Lisa, who died before I was born in a plane crash. It's a card my Grandmother, Abbie, wrote to the friend a month after I was born. She talks in it about my birth and how life was going. My Grandmother also is no longer with us and the thought of her writing about me immediately brings me to tears. She is one of the single most important people in my life and not a day goes by that I dont wish I had the chance to know her longer.
This is more like a diary than a blog entry, but CFL :)
Valentines Day lunch on Sat with M1 and then cafe asia for my hair after that. Snow this weekend. Normal after today was 70 degrees. pause. noy.
KO
We stay for over 2 hours upon which its 10pm and he has to drive back home to fred and get to bed. its late for a worknight i guess.
He hands me a card that he says he wants me to have. Its a card from an old friend of my Aunt Lisa, who died before I was born in a plane crash. It's a card my Grandmother, Abbie, wrote to the friend a month after I was born. She talks in it about my birth and how life was going. My Grandmother also is no longer with us and the thought of her writing about me immediately brings me to tears. She is one of the single most important people in my life and not a day goes by that I dont wish I had the chance to know her longer.
This is more like a diary than a blog entry, but CFL :)
Valentines Day lunch on Sat with M1 and then cafe asia for my hair after that. Snow this weekend. Normal after today was 70 degrees. pause. noy.
KO
2 comments:
dear kmo's diary,
you are funny. i like you.
love,
amo
Response from Dad:
Kristin
I just read your blog. You obvi have too much time on your hands! :)
What a touching recollection. . It made me smille hugely to read it.
Granite, I look forward to dinners with d2 as well. I am glad you got to read the letter from Abbie. She love you and your sis HUGELY and you two were a big big part of her life.
Maybe we can get together again soon so I can have some more MOUSAKA ( whatever TF that crap was)
Any how good luck with everything at work.
love you there, girl,
dad
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