Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire…Sam and the America’s Cup. Little did you know how synonymous these two two stories were. In Harry Potter, said hero must travel the maze, navigate a quagmire of nasty magic, and win the goblet (aka, the big cup). In Sam and the America’s Cup, Sam must watch the race 24/7 on TV (all the while exclaiming and poking me, I might add), travel to San Francisco, and watch a bunch of boats navigating around the harbor trying to win (you guessed it) a big cup. You see what I mean? Basically the same story.
After a week of nodding unenthusiastically every time Sam wanted to show me these 13 story boats traveling at nearly 50mph (in person I would’ve loved it, but on an iPad, ehhh) I got a great big surprise last night.
Sam got home pretty late. I had put both kids to bed, cleaned up, and was watching Orange is the New Black in a semi-comatose state on Netflix. “Hey.” I said tiredly.
“Hey.” he said back, plopping down next to me on the sofa. “I’m flying to San Francisco tomorrow to see the America’s Cup! I’ll be back around 9.”
I narrowed my gaze. “This is for work?”
“Oh yeah. Totally.” (we both knew this was total bullship*) “I leave at 7 in the morning.”
“Uh-huh. We need toilet paper.”
I won’t bore you with the rest of our high-octane evening, but it’s a little after 7 and Sam is off to watch sailboats. I meanwhile am herding cats today.
Where did I go wrong???
* I’m working on toddler-appropriate cursing