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Monday, January 22, 2007

I Should Have Spent the Weekend in Bed

Sooo... the weekend didn't turn out exactly as I had planned. We didn't ice skate, or go to a bar, or do any of the things I so blithely told you I would be doing. Other than watch the football game, (which I am not even going to get into - waste of four hours of my life that I will never get back, only for Tom Brady to turn it over in the last 30 seconds of the game). Right, where was I? Oh yes- non-football related items.

Friday night we opted against the ice skating. Really, the Arctic temperatures and wind chill factor decided for us, but we will eventually make it to the Frog Pond because it is a Winter in Boston staple. Instead I drove out to Burlington to meet my man at the Flatbread Pizza place for some organic food action. The waitresses there all seemed really happy, probably because they were all dirty hippies getting stoned and staring into the giant brick oven fire and eating pizza. In any case it was a delicious and laid-back meal. We also made a trip to Marshall's for some bedding supplies- you can't get a new bed without having new sheets to go with it! So we found some luxurious 600 thread count sheets that matched my lovely duvet, and off we went, home again, to relax in our posh hotel bed. (Of course, after washing everything and making the bed, it was almost 1 a.m. before we did any relaxing- but oh, so worth it!)

Saturday, the Christopher had to work (boo hiss, we hate his job, evil corporate America), so I tidied up, enjoyed some leisurely reading time, and made the hand-off of my old bed to this doofus. Once Chris got back we had time to do a little shopping and make a quick run over to Trader Joe's before it was time to meet some friends for an Indian dinner and beers. Only, both the TJ's experience and the Indian experience made me want to cry, which is pretty much the opposite of what I was going for this weekend. Being at TJ's on a Saturday evening, the night before a playoff game, was not a brilliant idea- I'll give you that. But this was like people had discovered an impending Zombiepocalypse and went out in droves to stock up on cheap organic goods before they holed up in a mall somewhere. The lines were in the actual aisles of the store. People were shoving each other for free wine samples. I swear I had ideas in my head about what I needed to get there, but once inside I was unable to think about anything other than not smashing my cart into the backs of peoples legs.

We made it out unscathed and scooped up Stephanie and her mister before heading over to Punjab, where we had been promised a meal of unparalleled Indian delight. Not long into our mango lassis, however, I happened to notice that Stephanie was looking decidedly ill, in an "I absolutely will not be able to eat curry" kind of way. We had already ordered, and it took forever to get our meals, but once they came we got them boxed up and dropped Steph off before she could contaminate us with her illness. Hopefully. We ended the night by starting Children of Men and then giving up to the comforts of the pillow top mattress.

Sunday we were pretty excited for parent dinner and football, we had such high hopes. After the first half, we were smugly making fun of Peyton Manning. At the end of the 4th we were sadly making fun of Peyton Manning. And in the end, we were just sad. Even more so when I realized it was 11 p.m. and we still had to drive back to Boston, make my lunch, pick out clothes, set up the coffee for the morning, and fold the clothes that were in the dryer.

It's one of those Mondays when I question the prudence of choosing such an early morning profession.

6 Comments:

Blogger Kirsten rocks hardcore!

the pilot was announcing the scores last night on my flight, which i thought was kind of odd. then i realized it was super bowl season. i seriously had no idea.

12:46 PM

 
Blogger Lisa rocks hardcore!

I'm surprised that there was no mention of Sunday night panic before school on Monday....does that not happen to library media specialists?
I have no words on the football. There are no words....

8:55 PM

 
Blogger NancyPearlWannabe rocks hardcore!

Kir- You're lucky you never got sucked into football. It's a cause of great stress, and I am not a fan of stress.

L- I don't get that Sunday night panic, probably because I don't show up to children expecting me to give them things to do, other than give them book recommendations and help them with projects. Man, I love this job.

9:49 AM

 
Blogger CarpeDM rocks hardcore!

Boy do I get the questioning your job on Mondays. Every Monday, after my whopping 2.5 hours of sleep (after karaoke), I stare at the alarm clock and wish someone would call to tell me that work was going to be closed. It never happens, dang it.

We got lucky this year with the football. It used to take over karaoke on Sunday nights, Beth and I would sit there glaring at the football fans, trying to drive them out of the bar with our evil eyes. Never worked very well. I guess this is what you get when you hang out at a sports bar.

I'm seriously jealous of your bed.

10:33 AM

 
Blogger stilettoheights rocks hardcore!

can I just say, that this very post made me ache for New England complete with its dirty hippie waitresses....

also, I watched that very game from Ohio...noooooo good, though I don't obsess over football, baseball on the other hand, well that is a different story.

10:28 PM

 
Blogger NancyPearlWannabe rocks hardcore!

C- The bed is something to be jealous of. I don't have much that other people should covet, but that bed? Is one of them.

S- I do love New England, with all my NH rooted heart. That said, I'd love to try it out somewhere else... Denver, Arizona, California...somewhere different.

12:34 PM

 

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