Presidents’ Day and Holy Pizza
In America, Monday was Presidents’ Day and we celebrated by getting the day off of work. At least most of us did, Microsoft doesn’t give employees the day off, but Google does. :-)
Since it was a long weekend, Jamie came up from San Jose to visit. Jamie is one of Crissy and I’s best friends from college, was Crissy’s roommate for all four years of college, and was in a bridesmaid in our wedding. The three of us, joined by Sapan, spent the weekend just relaxing and hanging out. If you’re a Type A vacationer, you would not have approved. :-)
In addition to relaxing, we did a lot of eating, as we are all believers in the “When on vacation, you can relax your diet” rule. We ordered in some pizza from Papa John’s (the old WashU staple) and despite some heavenly intervention, it still took 45 minutes to get to us from the store 2 blocks away:
That’s right, it says, “Your pizza experience managed by Christ”. Needless to say, this led to lots of funny and near-sacrilegious discussion. Rest assured, the box is being sent into Leno’s headlines.
As an aside, I learned that taking a picture of a pizza box label is very hard. I was struggling to get the focus right, when Crissy said, “Why don’t you scan it?”. Wow, using the scanner was a lot easier. :-)
Anyway, the weekend was lots of fun, but I was hit with the flu, so I was a zombie for most of the weekend. I don’t know why, but I only get sick when on vacation.
I really wanted to play in my hockey game Monday night, but since I couldn’t breathe out of my nose, I decided that I wouldn’t be much of a help to my team — that’s not to say that I’m very useful when healthy. :-)
Maybe the flu was caused by the holy pizza. I wonder if God’s trying to tell me something…
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