jayhawks, gelato, and chocolate chip cookies: my quirky parents [and me]

I cannot BELIEVE I never posted after the Jayhawks won the national championship last week...

Folks, I gotta tell ya, my short term memory has been REALLY bad lately, like REALLY bad. I was asked last night, tuesday, what I did this past weekend and I COULD NOT REMEMBER. Seriously. Ridiculous...Of course, now I remember that I had a brick workout saturday am which consisted of a ride in the crazy wind followed by 50 minute run. Then I played art critic with my dear friend alabama john [aka 'bama] at Art City Austin [the rebranded Austin Art Festival]. Sunday included a gym workout and then tracking  IM Austinites in AZ, followed by dinner at Galaxy with 'bama and JLa: Our conversation included such topics as 'Rob and Big' on MTV, 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' on E!, and a proposal for a colorado trip involving climbing a 14'er in the VERY near future...  Anyhow... Of course, I can remember what I did LAST weekend. I won't ever forget!! I attended the Final Four in San Antonio. The entire family came down, significant others included. Seeing my cousins and my brothers with their boyfriends and girlfriends made me feel like an old hag, for sure...but whatever, I had my friend and favorite t-shirt printer, East End Dan, with me and he was fantastic company...not to mention, he bought my father a huge chocolate chip cookie* with no prompting what-so-ever and, from that point forward, secured his reputation as an all around class-act. So, in case you've been living under a rock for the past week, the Jayhawks beat Memphis [ESPN commentators and KU haters, EAT YOUR HEARTS OUT]. My mother cried. I have witnessed my mother shed tears TWICE in my 27 years and BOTH times involved Jayhawk basketball. The next time I witness tears I have a feeling white dresses and tuxedos or babies will be involved...but until then, and thankfully so, KU basketball will be the source of those tears; ROCK CHALK!

*for evidence of how deep my fathers chocolate chip cookie obsession is please read the ancient  blog [via myspace] entries below: I was on a vacation alone with my parents: the entries below are tales of sweets in Venice and Vienna...

Sunday, May 21, 2006

italy...it aint h...

Current mood: cynical
venice.
my mother has turned into my father.
my father is satisfied with the chocolate here because he has found chocolate gelato. my mother however is not satisfied with 5/6 of the gelato she sees. we walked by 6 places yesterday before we found a place that had gelato that looked good enough for her to eat.
i knew i was particular but i never imagined my parents would be more so. now i know where i get it! too bad im conditionally discriminating... fortunately, its not held against me. although i fear the baggage ive accumulated will be.
11:03 AM

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Friday, May 19, 2006

desperation, it tastes like s°°°

my father is obsessed with chocolate. seriously.
we walked through the streets of vienna in search of °good° chocolate.
we would pass a pastry shop, my father would go in, buy a slice or a piece or a portion of something or somethings to take away. we would walk out of the shop, turn a corner, he would take a bite, and exclaim °this chocolate is shit°
everywhere we went. all day. 

until we happened upon a starbucks. my father was desperate, you could see the longing, the need for real good chocolate, in his eyes. i thought he was kidding when he wanted to go in. we had passed three already. wen He went in, bought a cookie [well 6] and a brownie to take away, as 'taking away' was his new routine. we turned the corner...and he took a bite:  °oh my god, marybeth (my mother) it tastes just like home°
i didnt know whether to laugh or to cry.
desperation, people do crazy things in desperation.
9:24 AM