Wacky weekend. Angie's parents were in town for Alex's second birthday, so I went over and hung out with them on Friday night. As always, it was lovely hanging out with Colleen and Tom (not to mention Angie and Alex). Afterwards, I tried to do the be social thing with people I haven't met, but I am just not someone who can strike up conversations with strangers in a bar, even if I do vaguely know them from their blog. Sorry, Tankboy, if you felt like you were being stalked. I wimped out on actually talking. Doh.
Saturday was ToddlerPalooza, with multiple toddlers celebrating Alex's birthday. Also several adults. Strangely, the adults didn't strike quite as much fear in me as the multiple toddlers. They're a scary bunch. All that chaos, and running, and making noise, and toddling, and and and ok, I need to go rock back and forth in a dark room for a while. I love my friends, I love my friends' kids, and I'm more than happy to babysit any of your kids, on an individual basis. The sight of more than three children in any given setting together makes my blood run cold.
On my way home, I stopped at Trader Joes, where I was seduced by their selection of stinky cheese. This turned out to be a mistake.
Sunday was a sedate and enjoyable tea at the Peninsula in honor of Colleen's birthday, then Monday was the big-ass celebration at Davenports for open-mike night. There was much singing and carrying on and having a great time and scaring the staff. Colleen was predictably fabulous. Me and Angie also got up and sang.
I drank multiple Cosmos, because hey, it was a party and hey, I was making a fool out of myself. Tragically, Monday is one of my heavy work days, so I have to finish patents and trademarks when I got home. Now, when I drink, there's a period of extreme sleepiness and then a period of extreme wakefulness. There's also a period of impaired judgment. I powered through the extreme sleepiness to finish my cutting-and-pasting (leaving the editing bit for when judgment was no longer impaired) but decided I was hungry before the impaired judgment wore off. Thus, my dinner that evening was stinky cheese and caramel corn after several cosmos. This is not something I recommend.
Today was all about soup and soda crackers. Go figure.
Note to self: I'm an adult now. Start acting like one.
Note to self, part two: If you anticipate drinking and eating stupidly, get ginger ale the day before. For some reason, it's impossible to find in my neighborhood. Alas.
Saturday was ToddlerPalooza, with multiple toddlers celebrating Alex's birthday. Also several adults. Strangely, the adults didn't strike quite as much fear in me as the multiple toddlers. They're a scary bunch. All that chaos, and running, and making noise, and toddling, and and and ok, I need to go rock back and forth in a dark room for a while. I love my friends, I love my friends' kids, and I'm more than happy to babysit any of your kids, on an individual basis. The sight of more than three children in any given setting together makes my blood run cold.
On my way home, I stopped at Trader Joes, where I was seduced by their selection of stinky cheese. This turned out to be a mistake.
Sunday was a sedate and enjoyable tea at the Peninsula in honor of Colleen's birthday, then Monday was the big-ass celebration at Davenports for open-mike night. There was much singing and carrying on and having a great time and scaring the staff. Colleen was predictably fabulous. Me and Angie also got up and sang.
I drank multiple Cosmos, because hey, it was a party and hey, I was making a fool out of myself. Tragically, Monday is one of my heavy work days, so I have to finish patents and trademarks when I got home. Now, when I drink, there's a period of extreme sleepiness and then a period of extreme wakefulness. There's also a period of impaired judgment. I powered through the extreme sleepiness to finish my cutting-and-pasting (leaving the editing bit for when judgment was no longer impaired) but decided I was hungry before the impaired judgment wore off. Thus, my dinner that evening was stinky cheese and caramel corn after several cosmos. This is not something I recommend.
Today was all about soup and soda crackers. Go figure.
Note to self: I'm an adult now. Start acting like one.
Note to self, part two: If you anticipate drinking and eating stupidly, get ginger ale the day before. For some reason, it's impossible to find in my neighborhood. Alas.
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