The Amsterdam Experience

Today involved a lot of walking and exploring.  We slept in a bit this morning, but that turned out all right.  Our hostel served breakfast, but it looked a little blah so I just went for the coffee.  Once we were both up and going and had a general game plan for the day, we took off.

First we decided to see the Red Light District.  But we wandered some different streets than before and got off on our blocks.  This led to finding the coolest block ever with giant saxophones, pianos, and dancing men hanging from the buildings in 3-D.  We meandered the different blocks some more and boom, there was the flower market!  Not only was this beautiful and colorful, but the postcards in the stores opposite were easily some of the raunchiest I have ever seen.  We couldn't even think of anyone we could send one to in humor without the horror of "what if someone else sees it" kicking in.  I know I wouldn't want my anyone, even my mailman, to see me getting a card like those.

After getting a shocked laugh out of us we found the canal to take us into the Red Light District.  We came in by way of their Chinatown, and then quickly cut over.  I couldn't believe how young some of the kids were walking down the street with their parents here, like it was nothing.  To be honest though, it was just a kind of sad.  I can't imagine just sitting in a window like that all day, much less than to be sitting there selling yourself.  What a life...  Jen had similar thoughts to me, so after a quick lap through, we aimed to happier parts of town.  We walked past all the big monuments and slowly made out way towards Amsterdam Centraal.  I was trying to go in every Starbucks to find cards for my Starbucks friends.  Unfortunately Amsterdam keeps them out of reach and requires $5 be put on them.  So sorry Kristin and Chris, nothing from Amsterdam for you!  I'll try the next city.

We grabbed a couple sandwiches, and (you may want to skip this part mom) headed south again, looking for Abraxas.  Of course you have to go to a coffeeshop while in Amsterdam.  The guy who worked there was very nice and helpful in making our selection.  It was off to the side in a well-kept alley in the main part of town, and we enjoyed a little time there before we decided there were things to be done still!  So out we went again, exploring new routes and deciding on postcards.

Near our hostel was the diamond museum, which said free, so we wandered in.  A museum that is actually free in Amsterdam!?  Turns out it was a teaser taste of the diamonds, and not the real exhibit that was free.  Should have known.  We did get to see people cutting diamonds though, which was interesting and intense work.  They are litterally sanded down on a grinder with diamond dust one facet at a time.  Talk about focus!  We got to see replicas of some famous diamonds too, and then they funneled us through the selling area of the stores.  Of course they did.  After being shuffled past things I could only dream of affording, we went through the CZ cases, many of which looked very familiar to what we carry at FK.  Then  finally to the museum, where they wanted 10 euro to get in.  Still too much for this stingy gal!

After getting back to our hostel, we checked on the address to the restaurant we wanted and set back out again.  Hap Hmm was amazing.  Just to the east of Vondelpark, it serves traditional Dutch food, which is apparently just up my alley in all ways. My meal consisted of perfectly cooked beef in a gravy, with fried potatos and fried (carmelized) onion with a stroganoff sauce.  So good!  Jen just laughed at how fast I consumed it, though se said her "grandmothers meatball" was also fantastic.  And it was cheaper than almost everywhere else we have seen in the city!  If we had more time we also wanted to try De Keuken van 1870 which looked equally as good, just further from the hostel.

All in all it was quite a delightul day!  Tomorrow we go in search of windmills, and then on to Belgium!

waterfalls, waterfalls, and then some canals.

So yesterday, Jen and I decided to rent the car for one more day.  We figured we could cover much more ground this way, and boy were we right!  Setting off at about 10am, south down the HW1, looking for the two waterfalls which had eluded us the day before.  After about an hour and a half, mountains began to appear again, and one had a ribbon of white down its side.  Starting to get excited, we pressed onward to see an incredible waterfall experience.  Seljalandsfoss was not only large and stunning, but it also contains a pathway were you can walk behind the falls, and a trail to the base of the pool from behind.  Despite the chill to the air, the was no lack of romping around.  Finally we decided we should press onward.

The next fall was maybe 20 minutes away.  Skogafoss is considered to be Iceland's most incredible waterfall, and I was not disappointed.  With a black sand beach around its base, we were able to creep very close to the bottom, only stopping because we were drenched from the spray.  Then, as we were walking back to the car, we realized there was a path to the top.  So of course we decided it was time to head up!  Stopping at a lookout point 3/4 up, a really nice man from Alberta offered to take my picture.  We got talking and he gave us his card to look up the photos later.  It's amazing how many wonderful people you meet while traveling.  After deciding my life wasn't worth climbing around a rickety point for a better photo, we continued to the top where we could look down over the falls from above.  I definitely prefered the midpoint better for the view though.

We climbed down at about the same time as Richard, our new friend from Canada.  He and his wife told us about a couple of wonderful places, we may have otherwise missed.  Derholeay was a little road out of nowhere which provided excellent views of the black sand beaches.  While incredibly windy, it was worth the cold.  I could even lean into the wind and it would hold me upright at times.  Then we drove up higher to the lighthouse (another turn we would have missed if not for them), and had an even better view of the cliffs hollowed out by the sea.  It was a steep road for our little car, but we made it safely by taking our time (and thanking the gravel insurance we had paid for).

Then, still not quite done with our day, we continued for a short stint through Vik, and then to the ferry point for Vestmannaeyjar islands.  Plus stopping along the way for view points of the glaciers Myrdalsjokull and Eyjafjallajokull.  I still can't pronounce either of those despite my many attempts to learn.  All in all it was a pretty incredible day trip.

Once we got back to the hostel and dropped off the car, we decided it was time to go get some dinner.  We decided on the Islandia Barinn (the Icelandic Bar) because we heard they had reindeer and that it was delicious.  The conclusion?  Yes, rudolph tastes wonderful.  I encourage trying it if you get the chance.  The foal is still my favorite though.  Then we finished off with desert and coffee at Cafe Paris before going to pack our stuff.  The shuttle was coming to pick us up at 4:30 in the morning, and it was already quite late.

Somehow we got our stuff together, and eventually got some (very little) sleep before waking up to head out again.  I think we both slept most of the trip to Amsterdam, though I was awake when we flew directly over Edinburgh.  Sadly, it was too cloudy to see the city, so I wasn't able to wave to my friends below.

We quickly learned that the train from the airport to the city was valid on our Eurorail passes, so we are officially verified and running on that front now.  We got to our hostel in a lovely part of the city. Close to all the museums, but off the main drag so it is quiet and cosy.  We only stopped in long enough to ditch our bags though, before turning back around.  We walked all over the city.  While looking for the Anne Frank House, we found a cheese museum (free, score!) that had lots of demos.  They had a farm cheese that was mixed with truffle.  To quote my mom, yummo!

Shortly after this we found the Anne Frank house and stopped to pay respects to this memorial.  We didn't go in as we can't afford the costs of museums here, but we took some time from outside before continuing on our way.

Following the canals provided delightful people watching and scenery gazing.  We found a nice little restaurant and were hit by the extreme difference in price from Iceland.  What a pleasant shock when we got the bill!

Were only here the two nights, so we will have to make the most of tomorrow.  Our agenda at this point is the Red Light District, renting bikes, and anything else that catches our eye along the way!

Land of Fire and Ice

I have officially made it back to Iceland once again, and it is as wonderful (and expensive) as I remembered.  Jen and I landed yesterday at 7 am, after only sleeping about an hour on the flight.  Needless to say we were rather tired.  But I have learned the hazards of jet lag, and we forced our selves to stay awake for the first day.  So we dropped our bags off at the hostel, and set off to explore!

First we went by the metal viking ship on the shoreline.  A classic point in Reykjavik, especially since it is across the street from our hostel.  Then we headed on into town.  We wandered a little bit, bought some postcards, had some breakfast, then aimed up for the church, Hallgrimskirkja.  Somehow I have never been into this church before, even though it is one of the focal points in town. Not really sure how I managed that.  But it had the most amazing organ inside.  Absolutely huge, and the organist was in and rehearsing while we were there.  Slowly we headed back to the hostel from here and settled in a bit, making ourselves stay up as late as we could before going to bed.  

And this morning we woke up jetlag free! So we walked down to the car rental and picked one out before hitting the road.  We  made our own version of the Golden Circle, by going to Thingvellar National Park, Geysir, and Gulfoss falls.  All three were amazing, though Gulfoss remains my favorite.  It was fun to see it raging too, since last time I was here it was frozen solid.  At Geysir, we met a guy who went to the U of O and has a cabin at Priest Lake.  We chatted for awhile, and learned that he was there working as a photographer for a cruise line.  He had spent the last four months aroudn the Baltic Seas, and had just come from the Shetland and Faroe islands.  Next week he will be in the Caribbean.  

After finishing our circle, we headed south to try and find Selfoss, which it turns out is not a waterfall like I thought.  So instead we continued on to Stokkseyri, which I've wanted to see since I've loved the song "Stokkseyri" by Jonsi and Alex.  It was raining a constant drizzle here, but we still got out to see the unique black sand beaches.  They were very neat, even if the tide was really far out.  

Once we got back, we decided to see the Harpa music hall and then get some dinner.  The Harpa was even more amazing than I thought it would be!  Especially once we realized the ceiling was a continuation of the hexagonal cuts, only in mirrors.  The whole place was like a giant glass honeycomb.  And just to top it off, the music coming from the ground floor was The Planets, by  Holst.  Couldn't have asked for a better experience there.  

Then Jen and I went to the Tapas Barinn for dinner.  We went here because we could get smaller serving (cheaper) and it was a popular choice for the city.  The menu may have also swayed us a bit.  We tried the minke whale, smoked puffin, and Icelandic foal, as well as each ordering  a potato with salad.  We became slightly concerned to what the portions would be like, when our waiter asked us if we just weren't very hungry then tonight.  Then he brought us the bread and tapade dish, which we didn't order with a smile.  We decided we were hungry enough that we didn't really care if he charged us for that too or not.  And it was delicious.  Then came our courses.  The foal was delicious!  Rather tough, but great flavor.  The puffin?  Smoked raw.  That was an odd experience to eat what seemed like raw bird.  And the flavor was odd.  We didn't care for it much, so you puffins are safe from us!  Then came the whale.  It was pretty good, though not memorable until we put the sauce on it.  Made a complete difference!  

After we finished up, our waiter tried to convince us to get desert.  We told him we were just too full!  Then we laughed a little over an accidental, "if you now what I mean joke" and just had an overall good time chatting with him, and laughing that what we really need was more water, not more food.  He then proceeded to run off and return to present us more water with a grand flourish.  He then wouldn't let me pay yet, telling me to wait, and came back with a dessert for us, and insisted that we try it.  It was so delicious!  Even though we were both rather full, we quickly cleaned the plate of the soft cheese dessert that was drizzled in a citrus sauce when a crisp bottom.  To top it off, when he brought the bill, we hadn't been charged for it or the bread.  What a delightly meal it had turned out to be, and we tipped as well as we could, since we had little ISK on us at that time.  

Tomorrow we are thinking we may keep the car for one more day, and try to see a couple more waterfalls and head to the Blue Lagoon.  We'll see what we end up doing in the end though!

Aiming for fall?

Fall has always been one of my favorite seasons.  It gets a little cooler, a lot more colorful, and has become my signature time to leave on excursions (one year today I will be waking up my first morning in Dublin with Jen).  This has been one of the first years, as such, that I have been less than thrilled with its coming.  I have many months to my next trip, and this summer was so short.  Not to say that this last bit of summer hasn't been enjoyable.  The adoption was finalized, my mom and I both had fun birthdays, I got to work at Polo.  Lots of things have occured this month. 
None the less, I am just not excited for summer to be over.  Every night when I get off work and it's dark it makes me sad.  Which is an odd feeling, as at this time last year, I was looking forward to spending the shortest day of the year in as much darkness as I could.  I feel as though I am just sitting around biding my time.  I need to stop spending money, and focus on my trips.  But they are just far enough away to make them hard for me to anticipate.  I think they haven't quite fully sunk in yet, as they all came up so quickly.  I need to get myself in gear!

Just For Jen

So I haven't posted all summer, but stuff has definitely been happening. As Jen pointed out to me, this is unacceptable behavior. Thus, this post will hopefully be rather long, but satisfying to my past roommate and future travel companion. :)

The summer started off fairly low key. The weather was fairly bad, so we weren't doing a lot. We didn't even get the boat in the water til almost August. Still, we would spend weekends up at the lake doing puzzles and going on walks. We like to leave the dogs off-leash which the dogs love, but has led to several mishaps. The first was the burrs. Still not quite sure what type of plant it was, but it was like cheatgrass enclosed in some weird sticky mud. It plastered itself down to their skin and we could not brush it out. This is how I learned I do not have a calling as a dog groomer. Even with a professional dog razor they looked awful. The first day it was just Riley, but the next morning they both found it. John had to take them to get professionally done several days later, but at least we got the muck out of them for the time being.

Shortly after this was the Fourth of July. Since there had been so much rain and snow this spring, all the rivers in the area were really high. So John went and bought us river rafting tubes so we could go down the Priest River. When we first went to step in, it was frigid! But after the first set of rapids, it suddenly didn't seem quite so cold anymore. Still, it would continually catch me off guard when I got a face full of ice water over my head. None the less, it was a ton of fun! We only wished it had been nicer earlier in the season so we could have gone when the river was higher still. But as John put it, it probably wouldn't be fun to get in water that cold when the air was equally as cold.
The next day, Jeanne, Brandon, Hailey and Holden came up to the cabin for the day. Hailey and Holden were master butterfly catchers. I believe their grand total for the day was 19. Hailey even caught 3 in one swoop at one point. The kids splashed in the shallow water while the rest of us enjoyed the sunshine. Jeanne and Brandon introduced us to their "spicy lemonade." It was so good! It had jalapenos and basil mixed in, which made it quite possibly my new favorite lemonade. After awhile, Jeanne and I decided to be brave and just dive in off the end of the dock. Brandon was laughing at us for quite a while for all the noises we made as soon as we surfaced. Still, the experience was fun, and we all got a good laugh at the end.

The following weekend was the Portland Antique Show. Deena, my mom, and I had a space rented and set off at 4 in the morning for Portland to go buy, sell, and have a good ol' time. It really is an amazing show, and a lot of fun. Deena was pleased that she sold many of the things she has trouble selling here in Spokane, my mom got to both shop and sell, and I learned about diamonds. Deena taught me a few basics and then sent me out to scout the show to compare prices for her. I have never before liked diamonds on myself, but I found a diamond ring I would have been happy to own. Unfortunately I apparently go straight for the big boys and became attached to a several thousand dollar ring. The one nice part about it being so far out of my price range is it kills most of the attraction to it.
On Saturday, I met up with Anne Peasley and headed downtown. I had received an invitation the week earlier to show up for the filming of the Portland scene of the next "Where the Hell is Matt." If everything goes well, I could be in the 2011 video, unless the location gets cut. Fingers crossed! Not only was this experience a ton of fun, but I also got to meet Matt, who is pretty much my hero for finding a way to get paid to travel like this. The people who were there were hilarious too. We were told we could come in costume, as long as it wasn't trademarked, to identify ourselves in the video later. There was a giant head of broccoli, the SST (supershottwins) who had canisters, each with a shot of vodka, strapped all over their chests, someone with a flaming pitchfork, and several other highly amusing costumes. Everyone had a great time, doing silly dance routines. My favorite was, and a quote his dance move terms: Lasso, Lasso, Stomp the bug, Stomp the bug, Feet together, Hop, Left, Right, Laaaaaaaaaawnmower!
I bought Matt's book and the "I danced with Matt" shirt and he signed both. He also let me take a video dancing with him. It is very dorky, and makes me exceedingly happy every time I watch it. The book was a very poor choice for me though. I read about his experiences (even the bad), and all I want to do is go to these places and encounter such things. It is all so exciting! (Hey Jen, 56 weeks!)

The weekend after this (notice a trend yet?), was the release of the final Harry Potter movie. I, of course, had plans to go with several of my friends to the midnight movie. And it was so worth it. I spent the day beforehand learning how to make pumpkin juice, and getting my costume out of storage and put together. Heather, Alex, Jenn, and Jen were all there, and then Heather and I decided to go run around and take pictures with all the best costumes. We found an amazing Luna, Neville, Draco, Bellatrix, and Lord Voldemort himself. There was even a girl dressed as Harry from the cover of the first book, and it was amazing how much she looked like it. We gave her total props. At one point, a really drunk (and definitely underage) Professor Slughorn staggered his way into one of our pictures, to our amusement. Not ten minutes later he was throwing up all over himself and being led away, so drunk he didn't understand he was being kicked out, and thinking he was already watching the movie (which was an hour and a half from starting still). The movie was really good too. The best on yet. Still wasn't perfect, and I have my peeves, but overall, I was quite satisfied.
The following morning, I had to open at the bagel shop, but my mom got me off early so I could go have lunch with Heather's family, followed by watching the movie once more with them. Heather and I wore our themed T-Shirts and had a great time watching it once more. Heather even came prepared with Kleenex for me both times. She knows what a movie sap I am. Then we went to her parents condo and made Harry Potpies, Cockroach Clusters, Butterbeer, and had Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans out. It was all delicious, particularly the Potpies and Butterbeer. Ron ate most of the Cockroach Clusters, so they were definitely a hit too.

Finally the Harry Potter craze slowed down in our lives and the summer started to kick into full swing. We've been bridesmaid dress shopping like fiends all summer for Heather's wedding, only to have something foil the ones we like at the last minute and have to start at ground zero all over again. It is very frustrating. We are currently still without dresses, though Heather has found cake she likes. It was progress of some sort.

Then came the Priest Lake excursions. The whole family made it up this year, mostly overlapping, and it was incredible. I got the full week and a half off of work and spent most of that time in the boat every day. To summarize it: biking, hiking, surfing, skiing, wake boarding, climbing, wandering, remembering, tubing, snaking, roofball, swimming, diving, tanning, lazing, eating. Got it?
The first day everyone was up there was Jinnie's memorial service. Everyone spoke at the table, and some people even flew in only for the day to be there. It was very nice. Even Kashi, Brian, and Scott made it, which I think meant a lot to different people in the family. We ate some of Jinnie's signature dishes, and told and listened to our favorite stories. It was sad, but wonderful.
After that, the adventures began. David would pile us into the boat first thing in the morning to begin the water sports. We started with the usual. Everyone tubing, some skiing, me surfing. Then the sports exploded. All the kids tried and succeeded at everything. It was so much fun to watch them all find their favorite sport. Gaia was an amazing surfer, and even caught some great air wake boarding. Ainsley looks like a natural on the wake board. Liam is an awesome little skier. That got me to try wake boarding again, which I was finally fairly successful at, and all the adults tried surfing. Paula even got to the point of propelling herself! David just pulled us all day long. Except when we went to Hill's for drinks and pickle ball, or the sunken island for a mid-lake swim.
Every morning most of us went on a 6:30 bike ride, to try to see the moose. We never did on that ride, but it was always fun and beautiful at that time of day. Very peaceful. Then we let "Ranger Dave" direct us. We all ended up pushing our bikes up steep gravelly hills, hitting dead ends. Really, every one of us should know better than to follow David's directions.
And yet, the following day we did it again. We went to look for the rock slide at Lion's Head on the north side of the lake. It's a natural rock slide with water over it which forms a perfect water slide in nature. Following David's map reading skills, we ended up fording the creek as a human chain to pass bags and kids along, hiking for hours up the mountain (in bad water shoes), before turning around and going home. The hike was a lot of fun, but it would have been more so if it had been planned and we hadn't all ended up tired and with bad blisters from the shoes we wore. We did get an excellent view and found some huge huckleberries though. David wanted to go try again a couple days later, but no one was backing him on the idea. We did have fun teasing him about his ranger skills though, and comparing him to Bob Gregory, who would have never got us lost. Good thing David's a good sport about the teasing, I think some of those are going to be around for awhile.
Next, David and Meridith rented jet skis. We spent the next couple days speeding around the lake on them and having a right good time. I Photoshopped a picture to trick David into thinking he had missed seeing Ainsley ski too, which was actually successful for awhile. We also played a lot of roof ball, ping pong, hunted for snakes, went on a ton of walks, and played a lot of cards. We had several multi-player solitaire games and a couple Gin Rummy tournaments.
Partway through the week, I came back into town for the Michael Buble concert too. My mom, Courianne, Jeanne, Wendi, Becky and I all went together and had a great time. We had an amazing dinner at Clinkerdaggers, before wandering over to the arena. Becky brought us flamingo straws for our drinks, and Courianne got the amusement of seeing my mom get slightly intoxicated. Michael's opening act was a band called Naturally 7, who imitated instruments with their vocal cords. They were incredible! My favorites were the electric guitar, the bass, and the drum set. They sounded just like instruments and got really into their parts, air playing and having a great time on stage. Then following them up with Michael was the icing on the cake. He had fun sliding on his stage ramp, teasing his band, and the audience. After several hours of amazing music, we went out to where we could meet Naturally 7. I bought their CD, they signed it, posed for pictures, and got to meet all their players. It cracked me up how shy the bass player was off stage, when he was one of the more active ones down there.
The night after I got back to the lake was the big pig roast. Al had dug a hole, done months of research, and was roasting a whole pig in the ground Hawaiian style. We all helped him prep the pig, (me by recording the whole thing) which included hauling it to the hole in a wheelbarrow, seasoning it, stuffing its skin with garlic, putting an apple in its mouth, filling its chest with hot stones, wrapping it in banana leaves, foil, and wire mesh, before burying it in the ground for 24 hours. My favorite line of the night was Liam asking, "So, did you just find it dead somewhere?" We all had a good laugh at that, and John had fun daring the little girls to tough the eye and its teeth. Gaia was the only one brave enough, and not squeamish enough to do all the above. In the end it was quite delicious, though not nearly as good as John's pulled pork. They are talking about making it a yearly tradition, so who knows, we may get to do this again next year!

Eventually though, I had to come back to work. I did get to go spend a day on Schweitzer with Heather and Alex though, as they happened to be up there and call me as I got off work the evening before my day off. We played cards, drank huckleberry beer, watched the stars (trying to remember as many constellations as we could, but my astronomy class is rather quickly fading out of my brain), and went huckleberry picking. I had never been up there in the summer before, and it was a fun new way to see the mountain. The view of Pend O'Reille was beautiful, as in the winter it is usually obscured by fog and clouds. It was a fun mini trip, and I enjoyed spending the time with them. I don't get to see nearly as much of Heather as I used to, and it is always good to be able to hang out with her for awhile.

After coming home, my mom and I began painting the house. She had spent all summer trying to pick out colors, and after Judy and I finally told her to just pick one and stop getting more samples, she did. It is going to look amazing! We are doing the main part a rich grey tone, with a hint of purple to it, with cream trim to match the white bricks, and we are doing a deep red accent, including the front door being painted red. The door is what I am most excited about! The colors look amazing together though, and they really make my mom's plants pop out, especially the yellow of her black-eyed Susans. I do enjoy painting too, so its an enjoyable way for me to pay her "rent." She and John gave me permission to stay at home for awhile to save money so that I can try to afford going to Abu Dhabi this year, as well as Europe next fall. I'm sure I can make it work now, and I am really excited whenever I think about these trip potentials. I can't wait to get in touch with Kate and Steve about it, though I am waiting a bit as I know they are doing several different weekend trips to see their friends and for work. I have plenty of time, even if I am antsy to go somewhere new.

Now we are getting ready for GU to start up again at the bagel shop. All the freshman started moving in today, and we are slowing getting back to normal. We were prepping everything really well, and I was even sharpening the knives. Of course, being classic me, I sharpen all the knives with out incident and then as I finish the last one, drop it can catch it just in time to yank it across my own hand. Now I have a lovely deep gash across the side of my palm. My only consolation is that since I had just sharpened the knife, it is probably about the cleanest cut I could ask for. At least it doesn't hurt most of the time, though it is highly obnoxious when it pops open when I try to use my hand too much. I just figured my hands wanted to match with bagel shop knife battle wound scars. My best one up until now was my pinky one from trying to cut the turkey across the sinks. Poor life choice there. At least they make good stories. Now if only it would heal so I can use my hand properly again. Anyway, that about sums up my summer in hyper drive!

lots done in seven days.

What an exciting week this has been! Lots of catching up to do it would seem.
Last week was Heather's birthday, so I went down to Pullman to visit for the weekend. We had such a good time! I haven't been down to see her since last summer, so just hanging out in general was good, but then we were invited to help bottle wine at the local winery, Merry Cellars. What an experience! I set up, filled, corked, cleaned, foiled, and boxed bottles of wine. I enjoyed the corking the most, even if my arm and hand were very sore the following day. But this didn't stop me from going back again!
Since I spent most of my time on the corker, I ended up with severely purple hands, because it occurs before the bottles are wiped down. I guess they call it "getting caught purple handed" and are talking about making a T-shirt about it. My hands finally unstained the last little bit yesterday morning, just to demonstrate how purple my hands were. And for every half day shift we got to take home a bottle of wine, so I ended up with almost $70 worth of delicious wine. Plus we were allowed to sample what we were bottling. The owners puppy did a little sampling of his own when we weren't looking. Apparently he was licking wine off the floor and got himself drunk the first night that I was helping. He was obviously not feeling well the next day, and slept all morning in his crate.
On top of the amazing wine experience Heather and I got some of her wedding stuff going. We worked on her playlists (at least got a start on it), had lunch with Molly (a fellow bridesmaid I had not yet met), and talked about bridesmaid dresses. Hopefully we'll get the chance to try some on soon, so we can have an idea what the dresses we're considering will look like on us. Pictures online never quite do it justice. We also played a lot of Lego Harry Potter, like the awesomely cool kids that we are.
I've spent the rest of this last week working on my Father's Day present for John. I told him not to expect another gift after this, because there is no way I could ever top this one. A friend and customer of ours from the Bagelshop used to be a judge, and started the paperwork for me for an adult adoption. That's right, I asked John to adopt me this morning. So now papers are in-motion, and once we get the more formal forms and a court appearance, we will finalize it. Mind you, it's really just making official what already was, but it was still wonderful.

Idina Menzel!

Tonight I got to go see Idina Menzel perform with the Spokane Symphony. Wow is all I have to say. I like her even more now than I did before. She was not only an incredible performer, but also seems completely down to earth, and was quite hilarious to boot. My favorite was when she started telling us everything in her pill box to stall for time while her lozenge dissolved. Or when she tipped over her stool and just looked up and said, "I meant to do that..."
She sang part of For Good Capella too, not too mention the Finale B from Rent and Defying Gravity. And her rendition of Don't Rain on my Parade? I don't know if I preferred it or her story about Barbra Streisand that went along with it. Let's just say the story included Tequila shots and calling Beyonce a bitch and you can see my difficulty in this decision.
She also sang us some of the little songs she and her husband wrote for their son. Songs about getting in the car and changing diapers. My favorite is the full out swing song she wrote about him waking up, which besides being amazing, I can totally see her singing to him when he is 16, just to completely embarrass him.
I also liked that she seemed truly surprised that we clapped long enough for her to come back out for a third bow afterward. She was totally cool, and just a normal person, which is nice to see in a successful performer. And after her asides about Wicked, I am even more excited to see it now!
What I really can't believe is that this was my mom's first symphony. How I haven't managed to take her to one yet is beyond me. This was definitely a good first go though. Well, I'm still all giddy from this evening. So I'm going to go rip the two CD's of hers I just bought and try to call it an evening. What a lovely one it was!