Birthday Weekend

First of all, thank you. I’m not sure I got to everybody’s good wishes, but there were a lot of them, and I was touched–thank you all so much.

The weekend was… well, what it usually is. Busy. Not spectacular–just… you know. Busy.

Soccer yesterday, followed by a quick house-clean, followed by dinner with the kids:

Chicken: “Oh my God. Where are we?”

Me: “Cattle Rustlers. That steak place on Sunrise I wanted to try. I told you this when you woke me up from my nap to make sure I was alive.”

Chicken: “Yeah, Mom. You know what else is on Sunrise?”

Me: “Sunrise Mall, Target, Chipotle, the noodle place, Barnes & Nobles–“

Chicken: “Chili’s!”

Me: “OH! Yeah, no. I thought we’d try this.”

Chicken: “It’s the tackiest decor I’ve ever seen in my life.”

ZoomBoy: “Buffalo wings? I want buffalo wings!”

Me: “See? We’re staying.”

For the record, Squish and I got indigestion, and the kids spent all night telling me I was officially their old mother.

For revenge, I made them watch Guardians of the Galaxy 1&2.  

Because it was my birthday dammit.

I also had a Klondike bar.

Cause yum.

Mate called around 11:30 p.m., and we made an amazing discovery. He was calling Sunday morning, and it was still Saturday night–and since Mate’s birthday is October 1st and mine is September 30th, this meant we turned fifty on the same day. 

Heh heh heh…

Oh… and I have to add…

I am on chat with all the guys Mate was going to Germany with, and Mate himself. I will not give you particulars or names, but I will give you a general sense of what I got to read over the weekend:

Day 1–the meet in Seattle. Everybody has different flights: Who’s in Seattle? I’m in Seattle? Where are you? At the bar right here. Okay, are you drunk yet? I’m on my third. Where are you? We haven’t gotten on the plane yet–keep drinking!  Oh shit! I missed my flight because San Francisco was fucking bug nuts! See you all tomorrow!!!! (Not Mate–but I felt bad for that guy because it was a short trip as is.)

Day 2– The monastery? Yay! Public transportation for an hour and a half there, a long hike up a steep hill, and public transport back! BEER! OMG WE NEED BEER! We’re meeting in this place. The Beer Garden. Do we have a street number? We’re lost again. Cross street? Address? Anything? Uh… BierGarten. Awesome. Thanks. Oh hey–look at our waiter–he’s 25 and living out of a suitcase–he’s LIVING THE LIFE WE ALWAYS WANTED!  And he keeps serving us beer! We LOVE our waiter! And that guy’s lost his keys again. Poor that guy. Geez, I hope he gets in his room!

Day 3–WE ARE ALL DRESSED IN LEDERHOSEN!!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ To refresh your memories, I give you a picture of Mate:

They were ALL DRESSED in lederhosen. They were so cute I could have died. Yeah, I know, pictures or it didn’t happen, but even if nobody believes me, I know it’s true. It did. It did happen. I will have the memory of those pictures to keep me warm at night. *hugs them tight to chest*  
Day 4: Best trip ever! I love you man! Love you guys so much! Love you!  Safe travels! Love you!
And I gotta say, I can’t even giggle at that last one, because Mate hangs with decent, fun, happy guys, and they looked like they had a blast. 
And I’m so glad. My Mate really did deserve the trip of a lifetime.
But, uh… that didn’t stop me from showing that picture up there to every parent on the soccer team, to explain why he wasn’t there this weekend.
Heh heh heh heh heh…

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  1. Heh. Heh. Heh. 😈

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