The fun continued from the girls night mentioned in the last post, to Saturday. My buddy Maureen and I had tickets to see "Rent" at the Seacoast Rep on Saturday night. And since it was going to be a late one, I got us a room. Moms: Imagine....dinner out, a play with an old friend and then SLEEPING IN at a hotel! I know...you're jealous. :)
Rent is definitely my favorite play. The soundtrack is in my car at all times, and Brian and I know every word. It first came on the scene in 1996 and earned all kinds of accolades. It's message of love and tolerance and fighting AIDS is still relavant and quite powerful. This was the fourth time that I've seen it, and this production was great. Seacoast is a small theatre, and I was curious how they were going to pull it off. But they did!
After RENT, we walked around downtown Portsmouth for a bit and got ice cream. And then, 'cause we're old, we skipped the bar scene and went home, to knit and sleep. Yeah, I said that. Seriously, compared to when we used to tear it up, we're OLD! :) I hogged an entire bed to myself, and slept 8.5 hours. Then in the morning, I knit some more, and took a long shower with no one banging on the door and begging to come in. BLISS.
Moe drove me down to Cracker Barrel to meet the fam, so Brian could bring me home. Will spotted me in the parking lot, and when I was two spaces away Brian let him run to me and I lifted him into the air. "Oh Mommy! I missed you!" Bliss again, returning to my family. Funny how that works, from being happily by myself to even happier. This weekend was just what the doctor ordered.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Quips on the Road Trip
We took it a little slower on the way home with the kids. At first we thought about traveling to Toronto for the last two days of our vacation, but after realizing it was eleven hours away and remembering the drive TO Wisconsin, it was decided unanimously just to take our sweet time getting home instead. For the most part, the boys did pretty well on the trip home, though there were some figurative bumps in the road.
With our usual road trip music queued (The RENT soundtrack, Brian develops a nasty cough during the curse words) We left Wisconsin on Thursday morning, driving through Illinois, Indiana and stopped for the night in Bryan, Ohio. On Friday morning, we headed back onto the road after breakfast and trudged across the rest of Ohio, stopping for lunch in Erie, PA and then into New York. Brian didn't want any more than 300 miles left for Saturday's drive, so we could relax a little on Sunday and unpack, etc before the reality of Monday slapped us in the face. However, as we neared the 300-mile mark, we were having trouble finding a hotel with a room for us for the night. The first hotel had no vacancy, so after a brief disagreement on which direction to go to find another, we got back on Rt. 86 east in NY to find one. That's when we realized....there was no more Rt. 86 east. We were on some country bumpkin road. No wait......we were driving into the future! That is, we were driving on "Future Rt. 86." No seriously, that's what the signs said. No wonder why we couldn't find anywhere to stay, we were time travelers! Then we really started seeing some remote areas, and to keep going in the right direction we just listened for the banjos playing. :) No hotels in this area, more like if you stopped at the gas station for directions to the hotel the attendant would say "Well, you can stay on the couch in my mom's house. She's makin' pot roast and taters for dinner!" (no this did not really happen.) BTW, as an aside, the "Future Rt. 86" signs were the second-funniest sign that we saw on the trip. The first was a huge billboard as you enter Wisconsin that said "Bong Recreation Area Ahead, Next Exit." I would've taken a picture but we were moving too quickly.
At our third hotel, I was feeling pretty discouraged, and not at all looking forward to sleeping in our car. I had been eating M&M's, and I had dropped a couple in the passenger seat. As we were pulling onto the hotel parking lot, I realized with horror that I had dropped two M&M's down my shorts!!! I tried to shake and shimmy, but only one came out. Let's add insult to injury and get melted M&M on my only pair of shorts, YES!!!! I got out of the car and it immediately plunked onto the driveway, and I was so relieved. I started to walk towards the hotel, when Brian called me back to the car to tell me something. And what he told me made me laugh so hard I could barely walk. So hard, that it just kept running through my head and making me laugh inappropriately as I booked our room for the night at the front desk:
"Hey honey? M&M's melt in your mouth, not on your ass!" :)
With our usual road trip music queued (The RENT soundtrack, Brian develops a nasty cough during the curse words) We left Wisconsin on Thursday morning, driving through Illinois, Indiana and stopped for the night in Bryan, Ohio. On Friday morning, we headed back onto the road after breakfast and trudged across the rest of Ohio, stopping for lunch in Erie, PA and then into New York. Brian didn't want any more than 300 miles left for Saturday's drive, so we could relax a little on Sunday and unpack, etc before the reality of Monday slapped us in the face. However, as we neared the 300-mile mark, we were having trouble finding a hotel with a room for us for the night. The first hotel had no vacancy, so after a brief disagreement on which direction to go to find another, we got back on Rt. 86 east in NY to find one. That's when we realized....there was no more Rt. 86 east. We were on some country bumpkin road. No wait......we were driving into the future! That is, we were driving on "Future Rt. 86." No seriously, that's what the signs said. No wonder why we couldn't find anywhere to stay, we were time travelers! Then we really started seeing some remote areas, and to keep going in the right direction we just listened for the banjos playing. :) No hotels in this area, more like if you stopped at the gas station for directions to the hotel the attendant would say "Well, you can stay on the couch in my mom's house. She's makin' pot roast and taters for dinner!" (no this did not really happen.) BTW, as an aside, the "Future Rt. 86" signs were the second-funniest sign that we saw on the trip. The first was a huge billboard as you enter Wisconsin that said "Bong Recreation Area Ahead, Next Exit." I would've taken a picture but we were moving too quickly.
At our third hotel, I was feeling pretty discouraged, and not at all looking forward to sleeping in our car. I had been eating M&M's, and I had dropped a couple in the passenger seat. As we were pulling onto the hotel parking lot, I realized with horror that I had dropped two M&M's down my shorts!!! I tried to shake and shimmy, but only one came out. Let's add insult to injury and get melted M&M on my only pair of shorts, YES!!!! I got out of the car and it immediately plunked onto the driveway, and I was so relieved. I started to walk towards the hotel, when Brian called me back to the car to tell me something. And what he told me made me laugh so hard I could barely walk. So hard, that it just kept running through my head and making me laugh inappropriately as I booked our room for the night at the front desk:
"Hey honey? M&M's melt in your mouth, not on your ass!" :)
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sunday Nights
I wake up most Sunday mornings with a slight dread. Tomorrow's Monday, and I despise Mondays. I've been feeling especially lazy lately and every work day feels like a Monday! Still, I'm usually able to put aside those feelings for most of the day.
Then it kicks in around dinner time, when the weekend starts to trail off and suddenly becomes "Preptime for the Week." I start to groan about my to-do list (make that last WomenAid deposit! Clean the inside windshield of the car already!!) and dread going to work the next day. The phone calls. The walk-ins. Not having enough time to do everything I'm supposed to do, not being able to hide where no one can find me. (Everyone ALWAYS knows where to find me!) This usually turns me into a bumble, trying to pick up the house, fold all the forgotten laundry, give Will his bath and his "bedtime cookie." Then, even while relaxing, even in my slumber on Sunday nights...it continues to nag.
Not tonight. I am putting my foot down. Outside it is blissfully cool and the scent of rain and earth are in the air. It's perfume is intoxicating, and I will sit by the window, passing the time by knitting the handles on my tote bag and chatting with my husband. Not about the week ahead, but about the Stanley Cup or Adam Pascal indeed singing in the Backyardigans "Knights" movie tonight. This is a night for serenity and relaxation, and I aspire to break through the waters of Monday a better person for it.
Then it kicks in around dinner time, when the weekend starts to trail off and suddenly becomes "Preptime for the Week." I start to groan about my to-do list (make that last WomenAid deposit! Clean the inside windshield of the car already!!) and dread going to work the next day. The phone calls. The walk-ins. Not having enough time to do everything I'm supposed to do, not being able to hide where no one can find me. (Everyone ALWAYS knows where to find me!) This usually turns me into a bumble, trying to pick up the house, fold all the forgotten laundry, give Will his bath and his "bedtime cookie." Then, even while relaxing, even in my slumber on Sunday nights...it continues to nag.
Not tonight. I am putting my foot down. Outside it is blissfully cool and the scent of rain and earth are in the air. It's perfume is intoxicating, and I will sit by the window, passing the time by knitting the handles on my tote bag and chatting with my husband. Not about the week ahead, but about the Stanley Cup or Adam Pascal indeed singing in the Backyardigans "Knights" movie tonight. This is a night for serenity and relaxation, and I aspire to break through the waters of Monday a better person for it.
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