Good - Mister met a bunch of friends this weekend for a happy hour in the city. We drove down and it was really easy. There was hardly any traffic (strange for a Friday at 6 PM.) We found a parking spot on the street. The best part is that the meters are active until 7 PM and you pay in 12 minute increments. We pulled in at 6:48! So we paid 50 cents to park for 12 minutes, but really we could stay as long as we liked. So we did. We went to the happy hour and drank some wine and ate some tapas. Good deal. (I will admit, however, that I got kind of bored after an hour or so and I texted my SIL who lives in the city. I told her where we were, and she said, "Come out with us!" and she told us where she and my brother were.)
Better - After a while of texting, Mister and I decided that since my SIL and brother were on the Upper West Side and we were in the Village, that's kind of on our way home. Can't get from the Village to Connecticut without going all the way through Manhattan. We left the happy hour to head uptown to have drinks with my brother and SIL and their friends. We found a parking space right in front of the bar where they were. We had a great time hanging out with them, and it was completely impromptu.
Awesome - Has anyone ever gotten 2 on-street parking spaces in NYC exactly where you want them at the exact time you want them? This is incredible. We usually drive around the block for ages. Or park really far away and walk.
Crazy - We were at the bar with my brother and SIL until 1 AM. We got home around 2. I'm reminded of a favorite Simpsons episode. Bart gets in trouble with Principal Skinner, who punishes him by making him do the Principal's astronomy research. In order to do the research, they have to observe the stars at 4 AM. Skinner tells Bart he wants to meet him at the observatory by 4 AM. Bart says, "Whoa... they have a 4 o'clock in the morning now?!"
I find myself saying that whenever I'm awake at a surprising time. So pulling into the driveway, I thought to myself, "Whoa... they have a 2 o'clock in the morning now?!" 2 AM is a little late for me these days. I'm not 20 anymore!
Disgusting - I wore jeans to these bars. We went out on Friday night. Saturday morning when I got dressed, I wore the same pair of jeans. I wore them around all day.
(Here's the real disgusting part.)
Later, maybe around 6 PM, I was sitting on the couch with Mister and I moved my leg and I saw something on the back of my pants. It looked pink. And weird. And not like anything anyone wants on jeans.
I touched it. I shouldn't have. It was gum. EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW! Someone's chewed up gum was on my pants!
These things always seem to happen to me and no one else. I guess it happened when we were sitting at a booth in the 2nd bar. Maybe it was stuck on the front of the booth and got stuck to my pants. It stuck to my calf, so it's the part of my leg that would have rubbed up against the front of the booth. I was really grossed out. Stupid bars.
I ran upstairs and put on some different pants and attacked the gum jeans with an ice cube. I was able to freeze the gum off my jeans in about 10 minutes. It wasn't too bad. But still. EEEEWWW!
An otherwise fun trip to the city though. On the other hand, this was all Friday night. It's Sunday morning now, and I've slept twice since then. Why am I still so tired?! 2 AM is ridiculous.
And if I can't even handle staying out until 2 AM without 2 days of recovery, how am I going to handle the sleep deprivation that comes with a baby?! Oh boy...
Today is Steelers vs. Jets. I am from MA, but I hate the Patriots. I live in CT, but I'm not rooting for the Jets. Mister grew up in PA, so Let's Go STEELERS!!!!!
Did you do anything fun this weekend?