Price Points (Weekend Edition)

This weekend proved one thing: sometimes, all you need is a trip to LA, a bottle of percocet and the best ice cream sandwich this side of the 5 to make for an exciting evening.

Even with the back of a 90 year-old (we can only thank our lucky stars it wasn't damp that day), I managed to enjoy an Angels/Dodgers game - in the company of mi amor and a couple good friends.

Of course, that might have been due to the percocet. To be honest, the most I recall of the game was yelling at Manny Ramirez to "man up," and demanding that RP buy me a blue stuffed Dodger monkey.

Which he didn't.

Luckily, I was snapped back into seedy LA reality by a wild display of fireworks - because even the truly ghetto inhabitants of Dodger Stadium are patriotic.

Proving that $1.50 will buy you more than a can of pepsi and a homeless escort in LA, we hit Diddy Riese, a modern marvel of cookie-and-ice-cream-sandwiches.

Saturday was uneventful, aside from the following Price-ism:

At about 9 am, RP gets ready to surf, I limp out to the gym, for a wimpy workout and back stretch. Upon my return, I decided I wanted a back-ectomy and crawled into bed until RP got home two hours later.

RP: "So... did we do any cleaning today?"
K: "Did WE?"
RP: "Did we?"
K: "I certainly didn't. Did you?"
RP: "I guess we didn't. Will you hand me the softscrub?"

Sunday took RP and me to a classroom full of 4 year-olds, wherein we learned that I will most definitely be the disciplinarian in our future family. As I tried to teach the little tikes about the whisprings of the Holy Ghost, RP was busy explaining to them how to play Sardines.... in a 12x12 classroom.

Sunday evening took us back to the motherland - for a picnic birthday party in Del Mar. As it turns out, my reputation for chocolate hazelnut tortes precedes me, so I whipped up a confection for dear Julia's 29th.

What's next for this crippled Price? A trip to the (grand)motherland - Viva la Fourth en Salt Lake! And perhaps even photos that I'm not in, because by next week maybe my vanity will fade. Maybe.