This is the story of my EPIC Sunday. Told differently, it might sound like I slept in, ate some food, read a book, and watched some TV. But taking a closer look, we might just find out that it’s a tale of love and loss, triumph and defeat, celebration and learning…
Act 1: The Kitchen
9:45 am – Wake up, then sit in bed reading Pillars of the Earth #epicreadingsession
11:00 – Get out of bed
11:30 – Decide to make waffles for the first time ever using the George Foreman waffle maker attachment. Without consulting any experts, I decide that waffles are just pancakes but made in a waffle maker. This turns out to be true, sort of.
First interesting discovery of the day: making pancake batter from Krusteaux pancake mix is extremely easy! Like, easier than toast. Matt makes pancakes all the time, even on weekdays, and I always thought he was quite the thankless superhero for going through the trouble. But I now understand why he is so happy to make them, it literally is “just add water”. Illusion: shattered.
As easy as it is to make the mix, I forget to Pam spray the waffle iron so I ended up with a huge sticky morass of waffle goo on every surface with no edible middle. I manage to salvage about 2 forkfuls of waffle mush, which we split amongst ourselves. I spend the next hour picking and scraping waffle guts out of the crevices. It takes me so long that I probably could have saved time by using the dishwasher instead.
12:45 PM – Waffles: Round 2. Pam sprayed the heck out of the GF and got two big square waffles. Food at last!
Now that I look it up, you are supposed to add some oil to pancake mix to transform it into waffle mix. Specifically to avoid waffle/waffle-iron quagmire. Oops!
There were failures and major delays, but I bested breakfast and came out on top. The day is mine! #epicvictory
Act 2: The Living Room
1:00 - We watch the World Series of Poker on ESPN3. The final two sitting are a 22 year old German student and a 35 year old Czech chessmaster. They are staring each other down and having the least chatty poker-off I’ve ever seen. It occurs to me poker is a chat-free, every man for himself, serious, age-agnostic, (mostly) skill-based game. I think I might just love playing poker. World Series of Poker 2020, here I come! #epicadventuresofthefuture
(ASIDE: Apparently, online poker is felonious in Washington state. Jail time, really?)
2:20 - Afraid that my Sunday is going stupidly, I start to freak out. It’s pointed out to me that I’ve already done 2 epic things that I could talk about at the water cooler (1: bested my waffle maker, 2: decided to become poker champion). I am appeased.
2:30 - Pullup practice. Right now I’m working up to doing 4 negative chin-ups (where you start over the bar and try to go down slowly, palms facing you). Someday when I’ve mastered that I’ll move on to negative pull-ups. #cuemontage
Act 3: The Streets
3:30 - Head to cafe with Matt to have lunch and read books. Instead, we end up discussing our epic life plans (yes that was the actual terminology used) over a hummus and falafel plate while monitoring the 49ers/Giants game on the tiny tv over the bar. It is extra delicious, but we have insufficient pita.
We learn some very important things on our phones: 1) Ken Griffey and Ken Griffey Jr. both played for the Mariners in the 90-91 season. 2) Eli and Peyton Manning’s dad was also an NFL quarterback. 3) There are no (male) sports where the average height is under 6’1. Not even cricket (actually cricket turns out to be a very tall sport). We decide this makes total sense, because who would invent a sport where bigger (and stronger and faster) isn’t better?
7:00 - Cafe closes, and the game is tied up at 17-17 with 3 minutes left in the fourth. We walk into another nearby cafe which is standing room only to watch the remainder of the game.
By the way, I never had any interest in football until last weekend when I unexpectedly watched the end of an exciting home team victory at a sports bar. So, despite not really knowing anything about the sport, I get to watch yesterday’s game go into overtime and learn the new post-season overtime rules.
It occurs to me that football is a primal, brutal, do-or-die sport, which is akin to a Braveheart battle scene re-imagined for the 21st century. Despite
loving sometime liking watching it, I think I might just hate playing football.
The 49ers lose 17-20, but I learn a lot and dream up many plays with names such as The Battering Ram and The Tumbler. Oh, I’m sure nobody has thought of these before and I’m about to revolutionize the sport… #getreadyworld
Act 4: Back Home
8:00 - Saute up an onion veggie side dish to go with some leftover pineapple black bean enchiladas. The whole thing turns out to be the most delicious, most square-looking meal I’ve made in the past year. #ironchef
9:15 - We decide to go out for dessert. By which I mean, get a slice of chocolate cake at Safeway. I also get a bottle of diet orange soda. Rare but delicious, like elvish bread.
Act 5: Finally
I finish off my day by fixing my Mac (I’m a PC, so I’m not good with it and end up breaking it sometimes), and reading a hundred more pages of Pillars of the Earth. That book tells an epic story of love and loss, triumph and defeat, celebration and learning. It is also 1000 pages and reading it is a feat in and of itself. #epic-fest.
And that’s the tale of my Sunday.
What did you do this weekend?