Yes, the word in the title box is a made up word, not an unfortunate misspelling of the prehistoric bird, pterydactyl. On Sunday, when I got home from the Hamptons and we met for brunch and I hadn’t slept in a long time and then had several mimosas, I decided that Zak and Brianne should have a bird name the same way Maren and Jeff do, The Perretts. So, Zak and I decided that the two of us together will be called Pterodactyl, in tribute to Zak’s all-consuming love for dinosaurs. Then, Maren in her genius, decided that when the Perretts and Pterodactyl get together it should be called Perredactyl. Clever, no?
Thursday night was Jeff’s last night here before returning to Canada. Perredactyl got together for a game night. Maren made some yummy lasagna, Jeff made a yummy caesar salad, Zak brought liquor and I contributed absolutely nothing. Oops. We had a great meal and then started drinking and playing frustrated rummy. This is a new game that Maren and Jeff taught us that I found fun but made Zak really mad-or frustrated if you will.
After Maren and Jeff went to bed, Pterodactyl (Zak and I) went to Chelsea Grill where we had another drink and some waffle fries in preparation for our midnight showing of (get ready for it) The Final Destination in 3-D. That’s right, not only did we see it, we saw it the first possible showing. You see, Zak and I like to see bad horror films, especially if they are in 3-D and this was not exception. Sadly, I have to report that this wasn’t so bad it was good, it was just bad. The only positive thing we can say about it is that it was in 3-D and even that wasn’t done well. But, we still had a really great time, especially when our audience all screamed at one point.
August 30, 2009 at 8:35 pm
Now, If I’d come up with “Perredactyl”, each and every one of you would have groaned and said it was a typical Dad joke. So, I also think it’s very clever and funny.