We had a nice drive to Philly - mostly because D was being cooperative in the back.  I'm generally a pretty quiet person, but Mrs. Fly and I usually chat about random stuff the whole time for most of our long car rides - getting caught up on minor local gossip (the major gossip would have been discussed *that* day), talking about shows we're watching, talking about plans we have for the coming weeks, etc.  The family Easter event was pretty non-eventful, but we had free-flowing brunch cocktails, so all was good.

Mrs. Fly and I don't drink a lot - but we do drink frequently.  We'll usually have a glass or two of wine a day.  Oddly, most of my good friends don't drink AT ALL.  [In before all the reader "WTF?!?"s.]  But these are not those friends.  My typical limit before I start feeling the effects of alcohol is roughly a bottle of wine.  After a bottle, I start getting dehydrated and my head doesn't feel quite right.  I'm pretty sure I had two bottles that day - brunch mimosas, afternoon wine and cheese, dinner champagne and wine, and after dinner wine back at their house.  Thank god for my substantial mass to distribute all that alcohol.

The big news was that while we were there, they got an almost-asking-price offer on their house.  The house had only been on the market a month.  Mrs. Fly attempted to take credit for it because she rearranged their living room the last time we were over.  But as many of you know, I'm the biggest luckbox on Full Tilt, so clearly it was my mere presence that allowed them to get such a fantastic offer.  I am badly in need of a haircut, so I will be selling locks of my hair for any of you who need to change their poker (or life) doomswitch.  Call now for a special introductory offer.

We got home six hours later than expected because they talked us into taking us out for dinner.  As you all probably could have guessed, it took an incredible amount of arm twisting to get me to stay for free good food.  The trip back sucked ass because we had like 1.5 hours of traffic, which I assume was all due to Easter.  But at least we're home!

Yes, I know - this was tl; dr.  (too long; didn't read)

WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

The first night, we had dinner at an *authentic* szechuan restaurant.  Normally, I don't mind spicy food once in a while.  I can probably eat way spicier than the average person, but I prefer not to.  It is my generally philosophy of eating that when you have good ingredients and good cooking technique, why would you smother it with something that's going to mask all that great flavor?  Anyway, this is the second time I've been to this restaurant, and I just can't believe how mouth-numbing that szechuan peppercorn oil is.  I like Chinese food as much as the next guy, but I just don't understand how an entire culture can eat like that.  Of course Mrs. Fly loved it because she's kind of freaky that way.  I know of no individual that can eat as spicy as Mrs. Fly.  I've seen her ingest almost 300,000 scoville units and not show any effect.  Well, except when she smiles and says "woo!" afterwards.  She scares me some times.