Quite a way to start the summer.

...with a Nationals baseball game on Saturday evening (Boeing Co. box seats and super-convenient parking courtesy of our friend Phil - thank you!), a BBQ on Sunday in Maryland, complete with firepit, s'mores, real Coca-Cola made in Mexico with sugar instead of HFCS (high-fructose crap syrup) and staring at the stars through the night, and a day trip to Chrysalis Vineyards in Middleburg, VA (gorgeous views, bad wine), this kind of weekend might have to become a tradition.

And now it's back to reality: Office, Pushing Important Papers Around, you know, The Usual.

I wear red nail polish too

I found this Wife Chart online. I think my score comes to about -4 (that's negative four): abysmal failure as a wife by 1939 standards.

Never could keep those seams in my hose from not becoming crooked.

Hope it's not their first date

Last Saturday was undoubtedly the most exciting dinner I've been to in a long time. I mean exciting in a bad way, like you think someone's about to die.

We had just ordered our sushi at Kotobuki (a small, intimate restaurant that seats 30 people max) when the woman seated at the table next to us started yelling to call 911, that it wasn't a joke, as she leaned over and grabbed her boyfriend, whose eyes were rolling into the back of his head and he was passing out. I couldn't tell if it was a stroke or seizure, but it was something bad. After a few moments and 5 people calling 911 simultaneously (including me, a first) he came to and could speak, but he really didn't look so good because he first turned the color of the wall (eggshell white) and then turned greener and greener, until he vomited all over the table. Poor guy. Good thing an off-duty paramedic was there and helped him lie down and offered suggestions on what to do. Finally the paramedics arrived and took him to the hospital. I kinda lost my appetite after that but still managed to enjoy my spicy tuna roll.