Diary of a Childless Mother: The Weekend Edition

As promised, Friday night we went to a real grown-up event - trivia night! Skip and I do love to amaze ourselves with our knowledge of trivial stuff, but alas, we did not win. The trivia contest, that is. But we did manage to score an 8 gig iPod in the accompanying raffle event!! Hooray! Now Skip and I can each have our very own - although my own is only a 4 gig and since I was the one who entered the raffle, maybe I should make him trade?

Naaahhh, but you gotta admit he has an awesome wife!

Afterwards we headed out to the same dive bar I got dragged to a couple of weeks ago when my girlfriend made me go see the most horrible band on the planet, Joe Dirt. Well, as luck would have it, the second worst band on the planet was playing - some Van Halen cover band, complete with a David Lee Roth look alike lead singer in a unitard! How sweet is that. (Not very.) But still, something happened there for the very first time.


Are you ready?

I saw The Skipper dance.

I know what you’re thinking - how could we have been married for 5 long years without ever dancing?? Well, I’m really not sure how it happened either, because Lord knows I like to get my groove on, but The Skipper? Another story. He even got out of it at our wedding since it was just the two of us on an island in the middle of the Caribbean. But as we were standing around some woman in our group grabbed hold of Skip’s hand unawares, and dragged him off to the dance floor before he could protest.

“This is gonna be good,” I told my girlfriends.

And it was. Good in a way that is oh, so bad. But no one called 911, mistaking his spastic white-boy gyrations for a tragic medical condition. So I guess that means he did it up right. Worked it out, if you will. And fortunately, he wasn’t the only one suffering from the white man’s overbite as he cabbage-patched his way around the dance floor. If only I had had the video camera…

On Saturday I treated myself to a chick flick. I guess I’m weird, but I actually kind of like going to the movies by myself. So I went and saw this, the first grown-up movie I'd seen since....oh, I can't even remember back that far...

Oh, Hollywood. What have you done?? The whole movie just made me feel sad. Sad in mourning whatever happened to Meg Ryan’s upper lip. Sad in wondering why we can’t just let these beautiful women age…beautifully. I was so excited to see this movie with all these amazing, brilliant women: Meg Ryan, Annette Benning, Candace Bergen, Bette Midler, Carrie Fisher - all beautiful, mature females. And then I sat there for the first 45 minutes of the movie wondering what the heck was going on with my contacts. Seriously, I think half the movie was filmed in soft focus. I can’t be certain, and I googled the crap out of it with no luck, so I can’t prove it, but all the blinking and eye-rubbing in the world wouldn’t bring Meg completely into focus. Or maybe it was the 16 year old in the projection booth. Either way, if you see this movie please comment on that for me. I’m curious if anyone else noticed.

Then today Skip and I went to a movie together:

We loved it. I know, I’m kind of over-loading on the movie watching but I love them so and I never, ever get to see them anymore. I wasn't expecting much out of this one but go figure, I thought this movie was awesome! I loved it. We both laughed out loud. This is common for me but oh, so rare for The Skipper. So that means it was good.

And now, I think I'll go hop in the bathtub and enjoy a bath without a naked Logan barging in on me, throwing a tub of bath toys over my head and climbing in with me. There will be bubbles. There will be my iPod, on the Mello H playlist. There may even be a candle, if I can remember where I hid the lighter.

It's all ending tomorrow. I gotta go live it up while I can.

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