Nyup nyup nyup.

[dragonlady7]

*makes schmecking noise with mouth, looks around aimlessly*

Yup. It's a Monday. Hm.
Corey said he'd watch the LoTR trilogy with me today since it was his day off, but there's no sign of him, and I think he's forgotten and is spending the day asleep. Either that or they made him come into work anyway.
Jill's visiting Rochester from NYC and might come out to Buffalo today for wings and beer. Sounds fun. Been debating on and off with Dave where's the actual best place to get wings and beer in Buffalo. Opinion varies.
Rochesterians love Duff's. Why? Their wings are really vinegary. But they're solid, and are just off the 290, so you don't get lost. Anchor Bar is kinda harder to get to, but they're the original. (Darius claims their wings are dry. They weren't when I went there.)
Shrug.
So, we're meeting her at Duff's around 2 pm. (She IM'd while I was typing this. Hee.)

4th of July was fun. Dave's dad's side of the family had a little fiesta at his Aunt Carol's house. His Aunt Jean was there, too. Also present was Dave's Gram, and assorted of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Carol and Jean are dave's late father's two older sisters. Carol has three sons, and Jean has two daughters. And all of those have kids. Dave is, I think, the only one of his grandmother's grandchildren who isn't married. So his Gram asks us every time she sees us when we're getting married. Which is a little awkward, but mostly just funny.

Dave's response this time was 'not yet,' which I found amusing.

I really like his dad's family. His mom's family I don't understand quite as well-- they're just all such self-possessed and composed people, and they are all terribly witty. His father's family tend to be more, I dunno... not quite so sharp. So I'm more comfortable around them and less often feel that I'm the one who's just put her foot in her mouth.
Dave's cousins all seem to love me-- they can't always remember my name, but they always hug me and kiss me and tell me how glad they are to see me. And then they give me beer and cheeseburgers and tell me that my hair looks great. I mean, how not to love these people?
So, it was fun. It started pouring and we had to leave to come make sure the house windows were closed, and I was sorry to go (and had to quickly finish a beer and a slice of watermelon that I'd just gotten because I thought we were staying longer, so I looked a bit like a hog).
We had intended to go to see the fireworks downtown, but we weren't going to go downtown-- 60,000 people at a GooGoo Dolls concert? Bah!-- we had scouted out alternative locations from which to watch the fireworks earlier in the afternoon. We'd planned to go down to the breakwater that extends down the Niagara River from Squaw Island. But it was pouring so hard we weren't sure the fireworks were on.
So we didn't go.
I think they did have them, but it was hard to tell amid the lightning flashes. Shrug.
They did have the ones at Riverside Park, so little second-cousin Carrie (an excited three-and-a-half-year-old with whom I danced in the rain) did get to go see her first fireworks. So that's good to know.

Oh well. I've seen fireworks before. Last year dave and I went to see some from the playing fields of Shenendahowa Central High School-- a massive school district over west of Albany (near where my mom grew up), and that was fun because afterward we sat in his car in the parking lot and made out because neither of us had actually done that as teenagers, and the traffic was awful getting out of the lot so we figured we'd wait it out.
The year before that, it was the first time I ever visited Dave, and we were in Jersey City. He drove me up to a little township sandwiched between Jersey City and Hoboken-- Guttenberg-- and we watched the fireworks displays over Manhattan's East River and by the Verrazano Narrows Bridge from the parking lot of the office building where he used to work (from which he had watched the Towers collapse).
I remember that fireworks display as being slightly disturbing. Because it was on the other side of Manhattan, the lower fireworks exploded behind the skyscrapers, and lit up the skyline with (mostly) red, and it looked like Manhattan was being shelled. Disturbing.
The Verrazano Narrows Bridge fireworks were eerie as well because they were so far away the sound didn't reach us, so they were these silent starbursts.

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[crakor.livejournal.com]

having had both duffs are FAR better. Gotta have the anchor bars at some point just cause it's the original but i hit duff's whenever i'm in the area :-)

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

If you like vinegar, there are no finer wings than Duff's.

I don't mind vinegar.

Their fries are good too.