This past weekend my good friends Mike and Margaret came to visit. I've known Margaret since pre-kindergarten. She and Mike have been together since high school -- so let's just say we go way back. Way, way back.
They got in Friday afternoon and after a refreshing Squirtarita™ that Mike confirmed was an actual drink consumed by actual Mexicans (but named by us), we high-tailed it over to one of our favorite places to eat, Brasa. After some delicious grub, we grabbed the tee-ball supplies and headed over to the park. Little e showed his stuff. Then Margaret showed hers. We wrapped up the park time by shooting crazy flying balloons into the air, setting a record of eight simultaneous launches. We stayed up late talking. Then, Margaret and Mike retired to the plush luxury that is our pullout couch.
Saturday was filled with canoeing the chain of lakes: Lake Calhoun, Lake Harriet, Lake of the Isles and Cedar Lake. It was Little e's first canoe trip and I think he enjoyed himself (once he got over the idea that Margaret and I were going to re-enact our Girl Scout Canoe Tip Test). We next had a lovely lunch al fresca at the Tin Fish where I would normally for sure get the fish tacos, but, I knew we'd be making them for dinner that evening. Then, it was on to Walker on the Green so Margaret and Mike could be lucky enough to experience Ed's hole. And experience it they did.
We were just plum tuckered out from all of the sun and outdoor activity when we got home. But that wasn't going to stop us from recreating the Mexican feast featured in the Domino Magazine -- including my favorite fish tacos and homemade tortillas. When we bought the masa at the Mexican grocery store, the cashier looked at me a little surprised and said, "Are you going to make tortillas?" Then she said they were easy to make. I think she would've changed her mind had she known that in fact, Lucy and Ethel would be making them. The dinner was delicious as were the watermelon margaritas. The tortillas were a little problematic. Although, in hindsight we've decided that we should've added more water. I may try them again this week with chicken fajitas and see if that works.
Sunday we spent lounging and watching Elian make marble runs. Then it was time for Margaret and Mike to go. We said our goodbyes and they went out to their car. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Mike had a very special gift for our little boy: a bag of marbles. Had they zoomed out to the nearest store and picked it up? Did they know they were going to spend their weekend with a marble-obsessed boy building runs? No, this wasn't just an ordinary bag of marbles. These marbles were from Mike's childhood. And apparently his Mom had given them to him months ago in an effort to get them out of her house. He had put them in his trunk where they had been sitting since. Call it fate. You wanna know what else was in that bag? STEELIES!!! I had told Elian about steelies many times. Each time my explanation was met with a blank stare. I had meant to find some online and give them to him, but you know how that goes. But now he has them. STEELIES!
Sadly, no photos from this weekend. Waaaaaaaah.
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