Amanda prepared a great dinner last night!
We ate baked halibut with a green onion/lime/cilantro cream dressing and fresh greens. We drank Dirty Hos (Raspberry Framboise and Hoegaarden) and ate homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert.
Sergio's reaction: "This is the best fish I've ever fuckin' tasted."
Compliments to the chef!
A few weeks back, I documented (and to some controversy) on Jeanna's blog how nervous I was feeling about Amanda's parents coming to stay with us. The gag reflex to parents is natural, right?
Roger and Sheree left after a 10-day stint and I survived SURPRISINGLY unscathed. As I expected, everything was TERRIBLE!
They made several dinners for us and bought groceries. UGH! They fixed everything in the house and painted the kitchen! HOW AWFUL! They PUT UP with Sergio's late night antics. WHAT PRUDES! They seemed to wholeheartedly enjoy themselves and even said that. BLASPHEMY!
I mean LOOK at these people. Do you SEE how MEAN they can be?
For some ODD reason, the whole experience actually wasn't all that bad.
Sergio shot his first prom over the weekend.
Let your post-traumatic prom memories ensue.
Tulip row.
Amanda with crates.
Amanda with parents.
Typical tulip shot.
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(Editor's note: Paolo wrote this VERY carefully due to the sensitive subject matter. He even proofread it once.)
Today I read an article in the always-hilarious Onion titled, "Area Girlfriend, Boyfriend Achieve Perfect Mother-Son Relationship." The fictional article reports on how a once-romantic relationship has evolved into a platonic, mother-son relationship in which the girlfriend "sublimated his libido under the weight of his projected need for a maternal protector."
I had a couple good laughs at this article because some of it is so, so true. The fictional girlfriend talks about having to remind her boyfriend about what to wear, his appointments and brushing his teeth. It's funny how guys allow for this to happen.
I say "allow" because a lot of guys get along just fine without "caregivers" but gladly let their girlfriends take on the responsibility of everything related to hygiene, organization and overall thinking when said girlfriends determine that the guys need help. Most, myself included, are thankful for this strange, naturally occurring dynamic.
"When we first met, I knew there was something special about Pete—he was like a big teddy bear you just wanted to tuck into bed," says the girlfriend in the article. "That's not to say we don't still have our problems. Sometimes he throws a tantrum when he doesn't want to do the dishes, and I have to discipline him. But when he falls asleep with his head in my lap, it's all worth it."
I have to admit, that is one comfortable way to fall asleep.