To start with, Brandon and I celebrated his birthday at the end of January. It was a pretty chill day, with a light dinner at Olive Garden (his pick!) and then "Sort of The Rings" by the Off Broadway Theater downtown. It wasn't bad, but not even close to as good as "Doctor U" was. To finish the evening off I had a a 29-Clue treasure hunt all around Brandon's home and my home. Quite fun to plan and set up and then follow him as he went through it. The clues that went with it were all printed images of the different places things could be hidden, like these below.
Each clue led to the hiding place of another clue and small gift (fruit snacks, san pellegrino, etc.) with occasional larger gifts. I think the triumph of the hunt was that none of the clues/gifts were visible unless you looked for them. I've frequently hidden Riesens in Brandon's room as little surprises, but they've been usually half hidden. I managed to place everything this time in such a way that nothing was truly difficult to find, but nothing was obvious. :) And then I also tagged along to make sure he didn't have to turn over a room looking for something that was just in a slightly different part of the picture.
My parent's also celebrated my Dad's birthday this weekend in NYC with the Christmas tickets to see Waiting for Godot on Broadway with Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen. Fun!
Along with the fun of birthdays there have also been a few frustrating things. I had a flat tire on Friday night that we got fixed up (the valve stem was worn out) on Saturday. It started a little rough with the bolts being so tight that Brandon broke the wheel nut key when trying to loosen them. We popped on over to the tire place (conveniently right across the street) and in addition to buying a new key, they let us take a tank of air which easily allowed us to inflate the tire and just drive it back across the street. Easiest tire fix I've ever done.
Friday when I walked into Brandon's house to tell him about the flat tire (before we headed off to go rock climbing), he told me his bad news: For the second time (in less than six months?), someone broke into his car and stole a number of things. The first time it was pretty obvious - his car was stolen. This time it was much more subtle - to the point that it took him several days to connect the dots. His car doesn't show any signs of forced entry. And he didn't even have anything tempting visually in the main part of his car. He'd had his new ski boots in his trunk (along with his gym bag and racquetball racquet), and a pair of gloves in his little compartment between the driver and passenger seat. Nothing visible. The boots were in his car so that he could have his skis (which weren't in the car) adjusted to fit them (the skis were being refinished at a local sports store). So either Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday while his car was parked at work or at home on the street, someone had to specifically come along with the intent to search cars for valuables.
My guess would be that it happened at his work parking lot. If people can steal several cars (and even more car parts) out from under the noses of the parking lot security, someone could definitely come along and break into his car.
It's frustrating. And at moments like these, after discovering that some jerk has done this again, it's easy to lose a little bit of faith in human goodness.
Anyway, other good things still abound. We got gourmet donuts on Saturday after taking care of the tire and then gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner followed by going to see the Lego movie, which we quite enjoyed. Brandon's joined another soccer league, so he plays soccer once a week (and their corporate games are coming so he might get to play soccer in those too). He's been having reoccurring issues with shin splints and tennis elbow, but we're trying out calf compression sleeves (although we'll have to replace the pair that was in his stolen gym bag) for the shin splints and that seems to really be helping. I finally bought a running mask with a filter so I can feel more comfortable running out in the inversion. I just can't stand the treadmill for more than a mile or two. As soon as it is warm enough (although I'm not complaining about the buckets of rain instead of snow that we've been having), we can both go to a track and hit the training regime for the Spartan. But not yet.
Valentine's Day is this weekend, but as yet we have no plans for that. Perhaps rock climbing? Maybe West Coast Swing? We'll see!