January 30, 2005
This weekend was Good Times. I went out with my friend Texas Jenny seeking a simple pint or two in a pub, you know like in the Olde Days, and we ran into a fellow worker bee and his very cool ladyfriend. We all ended up drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and singing karaoke in a tiki-themed bowling alley into the wee hours. Oopsie! Funny how that works. Note to self: Journey is a racous, sing-a-long crowd-pleaser unlike squeaky, whispery renditions of LeAnn Rimes.
Saturday we went to the zoo and saw elephants getting baths (Elephants! With long noses!), penguins swimming and monkeys howling. It was like one of Cole's many animal-themed books come to life. Very long naps were taken afterward. Then we went to our Friends with Twins' house for drinks made from fresh lemons, and the moms and the babies danced to a mixed CD of songs with an American theme while the dads had their drinks. The differences between Dirt Rock and Butt Rock were debated, and it was determined that the seven of us should take a vacation this spring, potentially on a cruise. Maybe one with a Butt Rock theme! With baby-sitters and buffets!
Also, the Bean slept in until 9am BOTH mornings. The best part of the weekend was when Friend with Twin dad and I confessed to each other that we shared a dark 'n' twisted theory about babies sleeping late: you sort of think well, that's it, they somehow died in the night when you wake up and see that it is so late. However, if there is still no noise coming from the room, you go back to sleep because, well, what can you do? Sleep-lust makes one evil...
The Bean is awaiting two cousins, one due in June and one any day now. He says he can't wait to teach them his song about tortellini, the most effective way to shoot toddler-sized hoops and how to throw gang signs while eating edamame, yo.
Posted by Max at January 30, 2005 12:34 AM