Fun and frivolity
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Sunday is going to be a crazy busy day. I need to help clean the house in the morning and buy some fruit, veggies, and fresh bread; I have to cook all afternoon so I can feed dinner to 23 carbo-loading teenage girl soccer players. After cleaning up after the kids, I have a few hours of work homework to do. If I think about it too much I can work my stomach into knots.
So of course today we had a ridiculously irresponsible day. We slept in and had a lazy brunch, and then went to the kid's afternoon soccer game. It was rainy and blowy, but the kid played very well, and her team managed to squeeze out a tie with a clearly superior opponent. So it felt like a victory, and everyone was delighted.
We whisked the kid home for a hot shower and then went out for dinner. We decided to go "restaurant hopping" - we went to a Japanese hole-in-the-wall and shared some sushi and chicken veggie teriyaki. Then we walked down the street to an Indian hole-in-the-wall and shared samosas and a chicken chick pea curry over salad and rice (yes, it was weird but yummy). And finally we went to a Vietnamese/Thai wait-for-it: yes, another hole-in-the wall, and shared a couple of appetizers for dessert. It was a silly but delicious and filling dinner, and the kid told us it was the most fun way to have dinner out.
We then went to a college football game. Not so much to watch the game, but because the halftime show featured the marching band, with our college kid right in the mix. We showed up at the game with 5 minutes left to play in the first half, watched and cheered for the band, and then left before the second half started. We didn't get good football value for our admission, but it was such a treat to see the college kid for a few minutes, even if at a distance.
And then back home, where we lazed about watching a silly teen drama on Netflix (not my choice! Honest!). The hub put the video he recorded of the halftime show on the monitor, and the two of us cheered on our kid and high-fived repeatedly while our younger child told us "you are whacked." Or maybe it was "you are jacked." Apparently neither is a good thing. Sometimes I have a hard time keeping up with teenage-ese.
So now the kid is tucked into bed, and I'm going to go on the treadmill for a bit before washing up for sleep. I didn't get any real work done today, and tomorrow will be cra-zy. But as the kid says: "YOLO." This was a very good day and I'm going to sleep very well tonight.