Today was...interesting. One of those "we had plans but they fell through but we were busy doing non-work stuff anyway" kind of days. We had been invited to a birthday party--long-time readers might remember two years ago when we went to John's Incredible Pizza; same birthday boy, same venue. Despite the fact that we were kind of eager to meet our work quota for the day, we were also looking forward to the party. The birthday boy's sister only recently discovered that we're into anime (I don't know how it took so long, but on the other hand, I think she's even more antisocial than we are), and apparently people were also asking if those twins who do DDR were going to be there. Unfortunately, transportation didn't work out so much. (I did look into using the bus, but I took one look at the route and thought, "Too complicated.") So we stayed home.
But! we got phone calls! Right around the time we were expecting to get a call in case the person who invited us had managed to swing us a ride, my phone rang. It was Mom. She's learning Japanese, and she just recently learned that "correct" is "tadashii," which she thinks is great because of Tadah! We never made that connection before, but it's pretty neat.
So based on how life tends to work and the fact that our annual passports have only just been unblocked, we figured the next course of events would involve getting back to work, and then a few minutes before we would be ready for a break, Gaston would call. Well, he called about twenty minutes sooner than expected, but other than that, Athena's prediction was spot on. He may or may not drive down here tonight for a trip to Disneyland tomorrow and we can see new Fantasmic!. He was like, "And then I can listen to you talk all about how much you hate it." He asked us if we'd seen any of the videos that have been surfacing on the internet, and we said no, we figured we'd see it in all its great and terribleness live and in person. He said even he hates it a little, so he's sure we're going to hate it thoroughly. We won't know until we see it, though.
After that, we got back to work again, and then we got another phone call! It was entirely unexpected, and probably normally wouldn't have taken so long, because it was just a saleswoman calling to offer us a streaming package from our internet provider. But she was a friendly old lady, and apparently every single person at the company is still trying to figure out how the new system works, so not only did we spend a lot of time talking about tangentially related things, but we also chatted to kill time while her supervisor tried to figure out how to set everything up. It took about an hour, but she was very nice, and she wrote down the title Your Lie in April and promised to go watch it when she got home.
And because of all that, we finished work late, even though progress was reasonably good. But we did finish work, so that's good.
Today I'm thankful for finishing work today, getting to watch Welcome to the Ballroom, having plans to go to Disneyland with friends either this week or next week, Page continuing to be super cute, and the yummy Kit-Kats we got to eat earlier.