Epic Weekend

Epic Weekend: My husband flies helicopters, I have an Uncle Fabio, and I almost bought a 1lb box of chocolate.

If that didn’t intrigue you, stop reading. We can’t be friends.

Exhibit A: My husband flies helicopters.

            So my husband is in flight school right now at Fort Rucker. He is still in the first stages of learning how to fly, and every night he comes home, gets on his simulator, and crashes. I have seen him crash more times than I can count on my fingers and toes. I have seen him fly too, do cool maneuvers, but inevitably I will also watch that tiny CG image crash and burn. So I was a little nervous as Family Day came around. Family Day is the day that spouses, parents, children, neighbors, cousins twice removed and their roommates etc. come out, stand in the drizzle, and get the chance to watch their loved ones fly a helicopter. So as the first helicopter flew into view my stomach knotted a little bit. But I finally saw 60C fly into view and HOVER! … and LAND. gracefully! It was really awesome. They do this awesome maneuver where they fly really high, and then cut the engine, come speeding in, and pull up at the last minute to skid beautifully along the ground. It was really fascinating. I am so proud. 

Landing. Gracefully!

So Proud!

Exhibit B: I have an Uncle Fabio

            My mother in law and her entire family are from Argentina. So as they all speak rapidly the second most used language in the US, I sit there grinning and nodding occasionally because I speak French... and Hebrew. Useful, I know. Even the children in Argentina speak Spanish! Why is this relevant? We went to a Bar Mitzvah this weekend in Florida for my husband’s little cousin. Shout out to Steven who did a FANTASTIC job reading Torah. We also had dinner with the rest of the family on Saturday night and I finally had a conversation with my husband’s elusive Uncle Fabio. He is described by others in the family as “the liberal one,” but we had yet to have a real conversation and I was intrigued to finally talk to the one person in the family deemed “liberal,” when I myself am a CT Yankee with democratic leanings, and friends who are homosexual. Let’s just say I enjoyed the conversation immensely and it was honestly a great weekend. I really feel like I have been inducted into the family clan now: donkeys, strange voices, fat/bald/zombie apps and all.

Exhibit C: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A 1lb BOX of chocolate?!!!???

            It is beyond epic proportions. We were driving down I75 and had hit Wildwood, Florida. What is in Wildwood, Florida? I’m glad you asked! Well about 20 minutes before you hit exit 329 you start seeing billboards with truffles on them. At about 10 minutes from the exit you see more billboards with creamy delicious chocolate covered nougat and truffles and your mouth starts watering and you turn to your husband, who is driving, and you give him the puppydog eyes. Oh yes. Now he pretends not to see you because he’s “watching the road,” but then you coyly ask, “so were you planning on getting me chocolate for Valentine’s Day?” So now of course he has to say yes. “So, why don’t we just stop there for 5 minutes and you can get it now?” Here’s the kicker: “It’s probably cheaper.” Add some pouty lip now and you’re golden. So you take exit 329 and go about 3 miles and finally you arrive. Welcome to a giant monster outlet store attached to the Russell Stover Chocolate Factory. 

Outside: WOOHOO!!! CHOCOLATE!!!

Inside: Ok. So I may have been a little overwhelmed.

Not only are there isles (yes that is plural) of boxed chocolate, it was cheaper, and better. You know how you get a box of chocolate and you don’t even like half of the flavors? Yeah. They had boxes by FLAVOR. They had boxes of all dark chocolate and others of all milk chocolate. They had FREE SAMPLES. They have a card. My husband got the card. You rack up points and get free chocolate. I think he may be trying to fatten me up. HA! Sucks for him, ‘cause he’s stuck with me forever 

*insert evil laugh.* 

Yup. Dark Chocolate Butter Cream Caramels ONLY and they are ALL FOR ME!

Anyway, epic weekend of Legen…. wait for it….and I hope you’re not lactose intolerant…. dairy proportions.