Dad, Progress, and the Tonys

On Sunday night we took my dad out to Uno's for Father's Day. It might be in Revere, and a national chain, but it's actually one of my favorite places to go with my family. For some reason, we always have a great time there. Is it the tall Newcastles? The many TVs? The squawking, heavily lipsticked North Shore bartend-ress? I don't know, but it works for us. My dad is the best. I actually don't even want to hear about how great your dad is, because mine's got it wrapped up. Sorry. Polls are closed.

Just in this past week, he's saved my ass a hundred and three times by taking care of my car situation. I know I'm a grown woman and should be able to handle these things myself, but it just got to be a little too frustrating. My dad has a way of talking to people (mechanics, et al) and making them like him immediately. If he wasn't such a genuinely good human being, he'd be one hell of a politician. Everyone who knows Billy loves him, and for good reason. If there's one person in the world I'd like to be like, it's him.

One of the three million reasons why my dad is so awesome: He found my blog and what he commented on and loved the most was this picture, featured in the "Double Fat Latte" entry

It just cracked him up. As it cracks me up. So I posted it again.

On the fat/notfat note, I had a successful WW week (that'll be the abbreviation for Weight Watchers from now on). For those of you who care, or are going through the program yourself, I'm down 1.1 lb since last week. I'm thrilled with this, especially because of the Great Smith and Wollensky Splurge of '08 that happened last Wednesday. So, Yeah!

Sunday night was not just Father's Day night, it was also the Tony Awards. That's right, the one night a year that I bemoan ever leaving New York and wish that I didn't transfer out of Emerson's acting program.
(August: Osage County...wanna see it)

It was all for the best, I'm sure, but watching those Tonys...man, it makes me jealous. Also, it makes me feel really poor because I'd love to head down to NY on a whim and see these awesome looking shows but I can't for want of a spare billion dollars. And nights off.

Lastly, Dear Celtics:
Please win tonight so that Brian doesn't throw himself out a window.
Love,
Erin