With 3 holidays in the first 5 days of my Bellingham stay, I’ve decided to roll with it and celebrate something every day this month. There are a lot of weird holidays out there and I think some of them need attention. The big kids like Mother’s Day and Christmas have taken over the block and little celebrations like “Something on a stick day” and “Sorry Charlie! day” have been packed in the bottom drawers and forgotten. Having done just a cursory amount of research, I think I have a wealth of options and not enough time.
Today I had a wide range of options and considered No Diet Day before deciding that that’s a redundancy in my life at the moment. But I had a decadent breakfast of Bellingham’s Best Benedict at the Mount Bakery anyway:
Best. Benedict. Ever. Poached eggs, shaved ham, cheese and creamy hollandaise piled on top of the fluffiest most delicious waffle. With potatoes! Enough to share. But I didn’t.
It’s also International Space Day. Conveniently, I combined my celebrations and got a donut at Rocket Donuts:
Where there’s a bonafide rocket outside (and by bonafide, I mean that it lights up at night):
However, note the grey sky? That means it’s a good day to spend inside; so, I went to see Thor who I think comes from space and thus fits into the theme. I love superhero movies but I barely remember this one and I just saw it. Kenneth Brannaugh directed, apparently. I bet he hardly remembers the movie either. Best part: Chris Hemsworth as the blond, blue eyed, gigantically chested Thor. Worst part: Thor’s posse of minor gods with no personality or fighting skills. Most pointless role: Natalie Portman’s Jane. Overall: an entertaining waste of 2 hours. If it’s hot and you need to be somewhere air conditioned for 2 hours, go see Thor.
I’ll leave you with a picture of our space themed drink – a Cosmos – and the evening’s entertainment:
For cheating husbands and their drunk crazy wives the moral is: look out for radioactive balloons landing on country roads (more morphine!). The movie’s slow going until the last 15 minutes, but that last 15 minutes should be required viewing at your party for next year’s International Space Day.
Tomorrow there’s a parade.
You can start getting excited…now!
hmmm…that attack movie. in your words: a little too talkie talkie. not enough big woman drama. except that last 10 min. wow. what a day.
We need more themed drinks in our lives…
The breakfast looked out of this world. And now I’ve got rocket envy. Too cool. I want one.
Something you can build with your siblets??
That breakfast looks like my entire week’s calorie allowance. You should sell that picture to the restaurant — it’s powerful…
PS: Old-fashioned chocolate cake donuts are my fave = )
Actually, I love the regular buttermilk ones more. Normally… But this one was spectacular.
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