Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Too much fun
We had a glorious romp of a weekend, which explains me draggling in here three days later to post about it. Probably best if I just do the short form.
Saturday: 18 kids at a birthday party. At a busy bowling alley. With loud music. YIKES. Everyone had fun, and Damaris and I had much recuperative wine later that night.
Sunday: Damaris promised her three we would go back for more bowling laterwhen the grown-ups weren't going insane when it was quieter. Since I didn't need to be the Party Mom, I decided to bowl too.
That's because I forgot why I don't bowl. Not only am I still way way way beyond the boundaries of anything remotely resembling "in shape", I have hyperextensive joints--double-jointed, in the common vernaq. This is a plus in situations requiring flexibility, but when you are 50 and have the muscle tone of a dying squid and you nevertheless decide to grab hold of a very heavy dense resin ball and attempt to fling it about multiple times...not so good.
Plus Mike beat me both games. He beat everyone both games except Damaris, who is actually pretty good. AND flexible, so NO FAIR!!
Monday: On top of everything else, I picked up a bug somewhere. Just a teeny one, but it made me sleep poorly and feel crummy most of the day. So I was just a gigantic heaping helping of Not Much Fun for most of yesterday.
Except we had a concert to look forward to. The best kind, a free one! One of the Air Force Academy's touring musical groups (Hi,!), called Wild Blue Country.
Here's what's funny. Caro says she didn't really look at the full page ads that ran in the Lamar Daily Snooze all last week, whooping up the general wonderfulness of the concert (and themselves for sponsoring same) and offering the free tickets. And she says she doesn't think I was clear about the name of the band. She was thinking Wild and Blue, yeah, but more LOVE of country, as in patriotism. Marches and such.
So when a bunch of guys in cowboy hats grabbed their amped up, steel guitar enhanced, non-marching band instruments and launched into the first of many Alan Jackson songs...she smiled at me in one of those ways not labeled genuine on the Smile Test and indicated politely I would hear about this later.
Mike wasn't pleased either. He likes country music okay, but he thought it was too loud. (Which it was, actually, my only real complaint.) So Caro and Mike went outside in the hall of the LCC Wellness Center and pottered around walking on the track and stuff until the concert was over.
So Mike had fun, and as usual Caro forgave me right away. :) I'm lucky like that.
This is getting too long. More later, perhaps....
Saturday: 18 kids at a birthday party. At a busy bowling alley. With loud music. YIKES. Everyone had fun, and Damaris and I had much recuperative wine later that night.
Sunday: Damaris promised her three we would go back for more bowling later
That's because I forgot why I don't bowl. Not only am I still way way way beyond the boundaries of anything remotely resembling "in shape", I have hyperextensive joints--double-jointed, in the common vernaq. This is a plus in situations requiring flexibility, but when you are 50 and have the muscle tone of a dying squid and you nevertheless decide to grab hold of a very heavy dense resin ball and attempt to fling it about multiple times...not so good.
Plus Mike beat me both games. He beat everyone both games except Damaris, who is actually pretty good. AND flexible, so NO FAIR!!
Monday: On top of everything else, I picked up a bug somewhere. Just a teeny one, but it made me sleep poorly and feel crummy most of the day. So I was just a gigantic heaping helping of Not Much Fun for most of yesterday.
Except we had a concert to look forward to. The best kind, a free one! One of the Air Force Academy's touring musical groups (Hi,
Here's what's funny. Caro says she didn't really look at the full page ads that ran in the Lamar Daily Snooze all last week, whooping up the general wonderfulness of the concert (and themselves for sponsoring same) and offering the free tickets. And she says she doesn't think I was clear about the name of the band. She was thinking Wild and Blue, yeah, but more LOVE of country, as in patriotism. Marches and such.
So when a bunch of guys in cowboy hats grabbed their amped up, steel guitar enhanced, non-marching band instruments and launched into the first of many Alan Jackson songs...she smiled at me in one of those ways not labeled genuine on the Smile Test and indicated politely I would hear about this later.
Mike wasn't pleased either. He likes country music okay, but he thought it was too loud. (Which it was, actually, my only real complaint.) So Caro and Mike went outside in the hall of the LCC Wellness Center and pottered around walking on the track and stuff until the concert was over.
So Mike had fun, and as usual Caro forgave me right away. :) I'm lucky like that.
This is getting too long. More later, perhaps....
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