Weekend recap

Forgive me, as this is dreadfully vanilla. But I suppose woman cannot live by spanking alone.

I think I'll pass on Friday night's party. Too many people, way too damn much alcohol, too noisy, too crowded, Mexican food (not a favorite), and we didn't leave until 11:30 (I was ready to leave right after we ate, but oh well...). Both John's sister and her daughter greeted me warmly, apologizing profusely for the baby shower invitation snafu, insisting that I please come anyway. The sister was already drunk and was blathering about how wonderful I am, and how heartbroken she was when there was that "brief breakup" a few years ago. She had no clue as to why we were on a break, so she just assumed it was because her dumbass little brother screwed up and I was taking a stand with him and teaching him some sort of lesson (which was not what it was about at all). I was squirming with embarrassment and wished she would shut up. I don't like thinking about that time, and why the hell she had to bring it up years later was beyond me. At least John kept me amused with his usual whispered running commentary about the guests, the clothes, the dancing, etc. For example, about a woman who was wearing a blue-and-white polka dot skirt, a gray-and-white striped top, a blue-and-yellow scarf tied in her hair and lime-green ballet flats: "Does she own any mirrors?" Even his own nephew, who was wearing bright green skinny jeans, didn't escape. John looked at him and said, "You're actually wearing those?" He laughed and answered, "They were a birthday present!" To which John said, "Please tell me that the present wasn't for YOU!" And people say I'm snarky. Ah, I love that man. :-)

Saturday was lovely. The Chorale Bel Canto/Beethoven concert was in a beautiful church in Pasadena; unfortunately, it wasn't air-conditioned. But luckily, the promised 103 degrees didn't materialize (although 90s was plenty). The music was so lush, I forgot about the temperature and sat absolutely still, feeling it sweep over me. We were right up front, so we could see all the individual instruments and hear them blending, watch the intense expression on the pianist's face, see every bead of perspiration. Afterward, we stayed for a while to chat with John's colleague (who was one of the tenors in the chorus) and then went to Old Town for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. John looked so handsome in his dress slacks and blue shirt, but I know the poor thing was boiling! I was much more comfortable in a sundress with bare legs.

So today, I went to the shower. I purposely went late, and I have to say, my timing was perfect. I got there just as they were finishing up lunch (I'd gone to brunch with John instead) and M was getting ready to open the gifts, so I didn't have to make any chitchat. The place looked very festive, and I had to give major kudos to the creative centerpieces at each table: Tonka toy dump trucks, filled with white and yellow daisies and white roses. There were baby-boy sugar cookies, decorated with blue frosting (and diapered with white frosting), and even the water bottles had "It's a Boy" ribbons tied on them. M is one of the most amazing pregnant women I've ever seen. She's always had this coltish little body, all skinny arms and legs. Now, with her due date in three weeks, she looks like she tucked a compact, oblong little watermelon under her shirt; the rest of her had not changed one bit. If you see her from the back, you can't tell anything. I stayed while she opened all the presents, and then took off. She did get some very cute things: a lot of onesies and PJs, a beautiful crocheted blanket from her mother-in-law, tons of baby books and other goodies. I think this kid will be well cared for. I probably should cut M some slack; she was an obnoxious, disrespectful teenager when I first met her, but now she's 32. And she can't help it that her mother is a lush and her dad is a lech.

Anyway... I know I made John happy, going today. And my reward is tomorrow morning!! :-D  It's about damn time, too. Enough already with pinkeye. Time for redbutt!