Of course, as per tradition, Lindsey and her sister were able to play hookey from work Thursday and Friday to go to the ACC Tournament in Greensboro. Since her sister lives in Richmond, that means that she was able to grace us with her presence as a guest in our home. And by “grace us with her presence” I mean she actually stormed the front door in an all-out blitzkrieg, destroyed our defenses (literally, she broke our front door, but more on that later) and planted her flag and claimed our castle in the name of Heather. Henceforth, Lindsey and I were enslaved to a very high maintenance sibling. She actually arrived on Wednesday afternoon while we were at work, bearing a gift of a bottle of Chianti (which she opened and ingested half of before I got home a little after 6pm). Lindsey worked late that evening. She said it was to make sure she finished up a few projects before being out on Thursday and Friday, but I think we all know what was really up.
Wednesday and Thursday evening came and went without a hitch. I didn’t work out any either day. Why? Well, since I usually wake up at 5am to get a workout in, the last time I did that with Lindsey’s sister staying with us, she complained that my alarm woke her up...and she complained a lot, so it’s just best to preserve the peace sometimes. Since they watched 8 games in a span of two days coupled with a total of three hours (minimum) of commute each day, they were exhausted when they got home each night, and I was already in bed. Luckily work has not been too busy for me right now, and on Friday (as tradition in North Carolina) we knocked-off of work early and headed to a local sports bar to watch the NC State game (I’m not going to summarize the game for you, I’m not ESPN) and then I headed home and watched the rest of the night’s games from the comfort of my couch.
Saturday started the rough patch. I was startled awake when Lindsey’s sister announced that she had broken our doorknob on her way out to meet an old friend for breakfast (good morning Jason!) I spent a little time trying to get it temporarily patched, long enough to make a quick trip to Lowe’s and get a new knob. Long story short, it was pretty jacked and I had commitments. Goodbye planned workout for Saturday morning (not even a short ride on the trainer).
Since Lindsey and her sister were going to be at the Tournament all day, I was elected to be the Kingdom’s representative to attend a birthday party. For a set of twins. That were turning one. Actually, I had a lot of fun. Our friends Brian and Rikki had twins, well, about a year ago (give or take a day) and they had a Dr. Seuss themed party. It was good to catch up with some of my friends that were there as well as their families. I’ve known them for years, all the way back when I lived in Wilmington. The party went longer than expected, and I had a doorknob to replace at home, but everything was done by the time the women returned from the game that evening. When they got home, the sister was in a grouchy mood (shocker!!!!), so Lindsey and I ducked out for a late dinner at (unfortunately) O’Charley’s...because it sounded Irish. There we received slightly less than mediocre meals, and experienced slightly less than mediocre service. Just a few more hours and this weekend was over...
Saturday evening, I managed to actually wake up and watch a little of the Formula 1 Australian GP and an ungodly hour of the night. My predictions on a final podium were not correct as I expected a bit more out of Vettel, but I digress. Back to sleep I went, because (as per our long-standing tradition) Lindsey’s sister gives me her ACC Tournament ticket for the final because she always has to be back in Richmond early. She left while I was in the shower that morning, and we noticed she left her drip Mr. Coffee machine that she brought with her (don’t get me started on that, apparently our French press and espresso are not good enough to match the warm, soothing aroma of Foldgers drowned in half & half) and took Lindsey’s favorite fleece jacket with her. Cause, you know, fair trade. Lindsey placed a call to tell her she left her coffee pot and that her fleece was missing. Heather’s response...”I’ll mail the fleece and I left the coffee pot there on purpose so it will be there when I come to visit.” Let’s focus on the last half of that sentence...”I LEFT THE COFFEE POT THERE ON PURPOSE SO IT WILL BE THERE WHEN I COME TO VISIT.” Guess she’s planning on coming a lot. Meanwhile, I have placed the dirty coffee pot in a grocery bag and placed it on a shelf in the garage. And no, by “shelf” I do not mean “garbage.”
Once all of that was behind us, we headed west to Greensboro, met up with my brother and niece, who came up from Columbia to watch the Carolina/Miami ACC Tournament Final (if you want details, check ESPN). I followed Milan-San Remo on Twitter the entire way there, and another of my predictions ended up sour, but only slightly this time. Honestly, you can’t bet against Sagan in a race like that and second place is nothing to be ashamed of. Had a good time at the game, sorry the Heels couldn’t pull it out in the end, but it’s always exciting to go. Had a late lunch with my bro before leaving Greensboro. Now, here I am, back where I started from in my Ireland Rugby Union shirt and a now empty pint of Guinness. Guess it’s time for one more.
Have a good night everyone, and well, I leave you with a video of Conan O’Brien visiting the Guinness Brewery....
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