The Good: Aaron had a gig this weekend: the Ashville Viking Festival. It’s a small event, but the pay is better than other festivals in the area, plus the organizers are good guys and friends of ours. He and his partner had a good time, the crowd enjoyed their show, and the weather was mostly nice. Plus I met a new mommy friend – yay!
The Bad: They were performing today through sheer will due to being poisoned by something they ate last night. It was either the Dominos pizza or the Killians beer, and neither could ever believe the sacred beer could have caused it. They were also up late gaming with friends. This morning both of the upstairs bathrooms were occupied by men who wished for death over the stomach pain they were enduring. Poor Aaron is asleep on the couch right now, recovering from exhaustion and food poisoning.
The Good: Aaron had a job interview this week. It went well, and we’re both crossing our fingers for this one.
The Bad: When stopping by the ATM so he could get out of the parking garage after the interview, he left his debit card in the ATM. I normally wouldn’t embarrass him by mentioning this, but the interview was Thursday, he realized his card was gone Friday, and today is Sunday and he still hasn’t called to report it missing yet. Grrr…
The Good: Saturday night, while the guys were gaming, I went to Cincinnati for a party. It was hosted by friends I haven’t seen in a long time, and many of the other guests were friends I also hadn’t seen in months. I also was childless and husbandless at this party; I spent a lot of time chatting with old friends about things that happened long before I met Aaron. Good conversation, good alcohol, good times.
The Bad: I didn’t get to stay as long as I would have liked. I carpooled with two friends, one of whom is chronically late. Very late. We were supposed to leave at 5:30, then she called and pushed it back to 6:00. They arrived at 6:45, and we had to stop to get food on the way, too.
The Good: Cordelia was cute and charming all weekend at the Viking Festival. Everyone made a fuss over her as she ran, jumped, played shy, talked nonsense, ate dirt (seriously!), and even threw a fit. If you think a child throwing a tantrum is cute, you’re clearly not a parent. Still, Cordy loved the attention and was happy to perform.
The Bad: Cordy’s newest trick: grabbing mommy’s shirt and pulling it down to expose bra, or sometimes boob. She thinks it’s hilarious. I am less than amused. I once thought the only time I would expose my breasts in public was for breastfeeding or beads at Mardi Gras. I never expected to be exposed for a toddler’s entertainment.
Sorry to hear about the debit card. He should report it as soon as possible. I think teh banks are funky about refunding fraudilous charges, if you fail to report the lost card right away.
Ella, too, likes to tug at mommy’s shirt. And, given the new size of my boobs, it’s not that hard to get left overexposed.
Aaron, I didn’t think it was a “can’t hold your liquor” thing. I just figured that in your eyes Killians is a holy drink that can do no harm.
And you’ll notice he doesn’t try to defend himself about not yet reporting the debit card.
hehe great recap. The festive sounds like so much fun!
A brief point in my defense about not believing it could have been the beer.
We were not drinking heavily, and are suffering due to a hangover. I had a beer with dinner, Jonn had 2.
So, this isn’t a macho “I can hold my liquor” thing. 🙂
Glad there was as least as much good as bad to your weekend. Sounds like fun overall.
My son went through a phase where he was fascinated by buttons and I could wear nothing with buttons or he’d undo them to expose all
Hey, sounds pretty good all the way around to me! Even the bad isn’t horrible I suppose!
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When I was pregnant with Nick, a friend’s 2 year old thought the baby was in my (uhm, extremely large) breasts and would pull my shirt down (sometimes catching the bra) to “see the baby.” This wouldn’t have been so bad if we were visiting in my home. No. Her daughter only did this when her Dad picked her up from the place where her Mom and I work.
Lovely. 🙂
Sounds like an interesting weekend! Hope he gets the job 🙂
Good friends, good drink, good job, good child… Even the bad stuff didn’t seem too bad. That’s one for the record books.
Good luck to Aaron on the job!
Killians! I love it- it tastes like chocolate to me. I guess I’m strange? LOL.
All in all sounds like a pretty good weekend. The shirt-pulling is happening on this end, too, grr. I feel your pain on that one.
Did I mention I love your blog? I know I’m fawning but really, I love it.
Yay! and SUCK! I was very amused that he didn’t try to defend himself about the debit card. I certainly hope he has reported it by now!
LOL, my hubby is still a gamer too… always will be, I expect. Until recently (to give us more family/cleanup time before baby) he was GMing in the garage every Friday night.