Generational Gap- Sleepless in Seattle or Grey's Anatomy?

I recently joined Curves- and I love it. The people who work there are really nice (even if they are paid to be nice) but the people who work out there are also really friendly.

When I meet someone, as soon as I start talking, it's clear that I'm not from these parts. So one of the most common questions that I get is, "Where are you from?" I have a crafted answer for this.

See, if I say Washington State, most people still think it's Washington DC. So I keep it simple, "I'm from Seattle- up in the Pacific Northwest." There are two responses. And both are pretty predictable depending on the age group that you are talking to.

If the person that you are talking to is about 30 years old +, the answer is:
"Oh I love Seattle! I saw Sleepless in Seattle with your man Tom Hanks"

If the person you are talking to is under 30 years old, the answer is:
"Oh it looks amazing. That's Grey's Anatomy right with your man Patrick Dempsy?!"

*Note: the phrase "your man" is a very Irish phrase. The relation of that person to you can be very close to you or incredibly vague. This man can be an acquaintance, close friend, tour guide, actor from a show set in your hometown, etc. I've never actually heard it used in terms of a female relation, only for the relationships of men to you.

In other news, we had a great day to day. This past week was Youngjun's birthday (another one of the George Mitchell Scholars). We invited him and the other guys out for a lunch and pie (he didn't want cake). Teresa and I make chicken and beef shiska bobs, rice, and the pretty princess strawberries minus the food coloring and sprinkles. It was after all a birthday get together for a guy. They turned out pretty good I think. Then Betty Crocker and teamed up and I made up my first peach pie. It actually turned out really good. I was nervous because it would have really stunk for it to not have turned out. Its not like a cake that you can scrape a bit off and make sure it tastes good prior to frosting it. There was a fail safe involved- I was serving it to guys who think everything I cook is amazing even if I don't agree. They make me feel like a real chef sometimes.

Have you ever had those moments where you do something that takes a lot of work and then you get told that you do a really good job at it? It makes you feel like you want to do it again. Then you realize that, "yes, I am good at this, but this is a lot of work!" Who gets more out of it? You, who get's that warm and fuzzy feeling OR them, who get to benefit?  In this case, I do feel like it's a win/win situation. So I'll probably keep cooking for them.