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Red And White Checkered Table Cloth
- A tablecloth is a cloth used to cover a table. Typically tablecloths are made of cotton or other natural fibres, or fabrics made from man made or synthetic fibres. Some are designed to be easy to wipe clean, often using PVC coated materials.
- checked: patterned with alternating squares of color
- marked by changeable fortune; “a checkered business career”
- divided into squares, or into light and dark patches; changeable; inconsistent; having variations or uncertainty
- Having a pattern of alternating squares of different colors
- Marked by periods of varied fortune or discreditable incidents
- Paint or turn (something) white
- whiten: turn white; “This detergent will whiten your laundry”
- being of the achromatic color of maximum lightness; having little or no hue owing to reflection of almost all incident light; “as white as fresh snow”; “a bride’s white dress”
- a member of the Caucasoid race
- (of a person or their face or complexion) Flushed or rosy, esp. with embarrassment, anger, or a healthy glow
- (of a person’s eyes) Bloodshot or having pink rims, esp. with tiredness or crying
- red color or pigment; the chromatic color resembling the hue of blood
- Of a color at the end of the spectrum next to orange and opposite violet, as of blood, fire, or rubies
- crimson: characterized by violence or bloodshed; “writes of crimson deeds and barbaric days”- Andrea Parke; “fann’d by Conquest’s crimson wing”- Thomas Gray; “convulsed with red rage”- Hudson Strode
- a tributary of the Mississippi River that flows eastward from Texas along the southern boundary of Oklahoma and through Louisiana
Day 046 – 20080223: Superman or Green Lantern ain't got nuthin on me…
Chuckles all around. It was a five hour event, and you’d never know it.
After the event, my friend Mark drove me home, and then I made my way to Frisco to meet up with a bunch of folks from the workgroup I helped create almost seven years ago, the Digital File Services team. I’m forever grateful to my colleague, Shelly Brown, who assisted me with all the interviews and the logistical challenges of establishing a new team, half from the old, in CA, half from people I’d never met in Dallas, to forge such a wonderful, dynamic, and dedicated crew. It brings me such joy to see that team still thriving, its past managers and analysts and specialists, along with the current, still hanging out at BBQs, Christmas parties, and random social gatherings like last night.
So, interesting side story about the place they chose last night. For our one-year wedding anniversary, Juli and I decided to join her parents and her uncle and his partner to New Mexico for the Balloon Festival (which occurred over the week of our anniversary in early October). On the morning of, everyone wished us a happy anniversary. But by the time it came to make dinner arrangements, apparently everyone forgot. Chuck (Juli’s uncle and godfather) really wanted authentic BBQ. The man owns a restaurant, so who are we to deny him his culinary explorations? The first place we went to apparently was closed on Mondays. We drove around, seemingly aimlessly, until we found the alternate "best BBQ around". A place called Rudy’s. It was barely more than a meat market. You stood in a long line to order your meat, by the half pound, and they give you this ginormous basket into which to put your meet, half a loaf of bread, a bunch of sides, and your beverage (they had a huge trough of beers to choose from). Then you sit down at one of these long rows of picnic benches with that country-style red-and-white chequered table cloth draped over it. You sit with your own group, alongside total strangers.
So, this was our one-year anniversary dinner. Did I mention that neither Juli nor I like BBQ? We were both pretty upset. I think I was more upset than she, because I really had wanted to do something romantic, but since we all had the one rental car, it wasn’t meant to be. She was upset, too, but she’s good like that–she hides her dismay with sarcasm (if she’d been more genuine about things that upset her BEFORE she blew up about them, our marriage might have gone differently. Then again, if I’d been perceptive enough to ask about how she felt…). Anyways, we both got over it and chuckled at how totally imperceptive and boorish her family had been that night.
So, I thought Rudy’s was only in Albuquerque. Nope. As I arrived to dinner last night, my heart sank the tiniest bit as I saw the long line, the prices by the half pound, the trough of beers, and the red-and-white clad picnic tables.
But you know what? I had a great time. I’m not a fan of BBQ, but I can find something to like when my heart’s in it.
So, what have I learned? For some reason, Juli triggered in myself a sense of self-consciousness that prevented me from enjoying life’s adventures and misadventures for what they really were–or could have been. I’ll always love her, but as time goes on, I can see the rough edges we just weren’t willing or able to polish out in each other; regardless of how much we loved each other, this irritating friction was always there.
But, I had a good day yesterday.
Lanterns in each tent clustered together in the center for a chandelier affect.