Nothing cool or funny rhymes with Saturday, at least off the top of my head. Hehe! It's been quiet around these parts, I know, but we've been in full Holiday-swing with Christmas in less than a week away. I swear, with running a home and taking care of my perfect, sweet, amazing little guy, there aren't many times in a day where I can sneak away and blog. The Typepad app (for my iPhone) suuuucks (you hear that Typepad?!), so it's hard for me to find a few hours to park myself in from=nt of my bohemeth of a laptop and indulge in post-writing, but that's okay. I actually love the fact that I'm choosing to put my Husband, baby and home first - it's all part of the quiet life that I've dreamed of for so long!
On Saturday afternoon, my In-Laws came out and the five of us packed into the Vanager and made our way to one of our favorite healthy burger places in Berkeley. There was some sort of Holiday Faire going on, so the parking situation was even worse than normal. I got all feed-me cranky, but once my MASSIVE salad was ready and my blood sugar was a little more stable, I was a happy camper.
This salad could seriously feed 3 people
I think someone is ready to start eating real food...
After we had our super-delicious meal, we all piled back in and headed home. Grandpa got to spend a little more time with Mr. Squidsters before he left and Grandma stayed to babysit for us because we had a triple-date with Matt and Natty and our friends Mike and Marquita (Mar-keet-uh).
I had the luxury of taking my sweet-ass time to get ready for the evening and then Bubby and I headed out to pick up M&N. Traffic SUCKED, but that's to be expected the weekend before Christmas in the San Francisco area, right?
We met up at Dave and Busters (Bub and I had never been) for an evening of food, drinks and adult Chuck E.Cheese-like games. Oh dear. Verdict: Dave and Busters can keep it. It was a bust. The food was decent -- think bad Applebee's -- but they forgot to add Dustin's meal, so he got his salad as the rest of us were finishing up. Poor guy. Our waiter suuuucked and didn't understand the concept of checking in on us periodically or splitting the bill, so we gave him our cards and he charged us for each other's meals. It was the icing on our dinner's turd.
After stashing our left-overs in the icy car, Dustin and Matt raced back in with two minutes to spare without having to pay some nonsense cover charge, as it was almost 10pm. We bought credits for the games and then made our way into the Mid-way/game room with high hopes. Those machines are rigged! The claw machines were a joke -- I would have had more luck removing a stuffed animal by farting than using the claw. Seriously sad. Most of the games (skee-ball, basketball, coin toss machines, etc..) gave out tickets and it was fun "winning" , but it was kind of over priced and was populated by -dressed chicks and douchy-bros with waaaaaay too much cologne. OH! Not only were there hos-and bros, but the kids! Who the hell has their kids out at 11:00 pm at night like that? It blew my mind. Maybe I'm missing something and being too judge-y, but I feel that a kid needs to be at home in their bed sleeping, not dragged around in a stroller, bleary eyed and hunched over while Mom nurses a cocktail. I found myself wishing we were all at some quiet lounge with drinks in hand and good conversation on our lips, but instead it was a lot of "ding-ding-ding-ding!" and noisy game loops.
Come 10:30, Dustin and I were tired. Seriously? Long gone are the 4am bedtimes of yesterday. We're old people now! I kind of love it, though, this life of ours. I love my stay-at-home-mom title, broken sleep schedule and wedding band on my finger. I love the middle of the night bottles and quick cuddles and stinky dirty diapers at 9 am. I love the morning breath and Dustin's dirty socks and the mail man that walks by out window each day. I appreciate so much that I don't have to go on dates and hit up bars in search of the man and life that I dream of - I've got mine and I couldn't be any happier.
Best part of the night? Cashing in our tickets for cheap kazoos and the concert M&N and Bub and I put on on the ride home.
Don't judge - we were old and tired.
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