Kia Ora-

I really don't know if there's a whole lot between the last time I posted and now. Apart from the most pressing issue of the weekend, I should recap other stuff that happened.

Saturday night, V and I went to the Hynes' for some film (Signs and Serving Sara) and conversation. We decided to stay up there since the next day we were going to Tarpon Springs and it was about 3:00am when we finally stopped watching the films. (K & K call their extra bedroom my room so I always have a place to stay up there, and it's got V's old futon.)

Sunday morning was destined to be the eating day. We got up around the crack of 11:00, they cooked us French toast and sausage. Mr. Eric and Phil were meeting us at Tarpon around 1:00pm (or rather, we were meeting them since it was their idea to go in the first place). We made it down there around 1:30pm and found them and it was off to our first destination--Plakas for lunch! Basically, gyros, souvlaki, and saganaki all around. A great lunch, then off for shopping. Stores and time for ice cream for some, and then more stores.

We made our way up the docks and yet more shops until we reached Hellas Bakery--time for more food. If you've never seen one of these Greek bakerys, they are awesome! I don't know how they make some of these things, they are so intricate and beautiful. We all got something or other there, and passed on trying the milfe (yes, milfe) and chose a plain kok. Yes, a plain kok. (It's basically a small, round cake with custard inbetween the layers.) Sure, it's pronounced 'coke', but it was a kick to order order a plain 'cock'. (They had chocolate kok, plain kok, lemon kok, strawberry kok, and kok with nuts--the last one nearly won out but it was hard enough to keep a straight face as it was.) And I made sure that everyone at the table tried my kok. My kok was popular and everyone seemed to enjoy it. They sold beer at this restaurant/bakery and if I were back on beer I would have ordered a Heineken. Nothing like a little Heinie after a kok. Juvenille, yes, but I'm still getting a kick out of it.

Anyway, after the bakery with the obscenely named treats, there was more shopping before heading out around 5:30pm. We stopped by Kirk's mom's house to help her move a few boxes and so V could see the cats (Poet and Buddy/Muse/Houdini, or whatever she's going to name him). The cats have gotten so huge. Poet has adapted well, but Buddy is still a bit nervous. Apparently they are better when no one is there, but they seem happy. And Kirk's mom is happy so that's what is important.

OK, after that we went to *ahem* dinner. Fairway Pizza, our favourite restaurant in New Port Richey. And we got the usual--antipasta salad, pita bites with tzatziki, and a gyro pizza (a white pie with gyro meat, onions, feta cheese, and more tzatziki). Brilliant as always.

Afterwards, it was time to regroup back at the homestead and watch some Simpsons. But of course, the eating didn't end there--we were off for one more trip to Dairy Queen as a nightcap. We headed home shortly thereafter.

It does sound like we did nothing but eat...well, OK, we did. But it was like regular meals all compressed into just under 8 hours or so. The only drawback of the weekend was that I had a migraine for most of it, which has lasted up until now and I had to miss work. (Well, I wouldn't say I missed work, but I didn't go.) And V got ill so she stayed home today as well. At least I was mobile (she wasn't) so I took care of her today. I would like to say we played hooky and had a fun day, but that wasn't the case.

But now you're caught up. Oh, and stop by FunTrivia.com--it's a cool quiz place and I've submitted a few 80s music quizes there.

Heart,

-N.