Thanks all for the birthday wishes. Despite what I’m about to write here, I had a great weekend!!
My friend and her foster-working-toward-adopted daughter made it in on Friday night around 10. Which was cool. Except that I was knocked out sleep. For real. I woke up – kinda – and we talked and caught up for what seemed like an eternity. I think it was really only an hour or so. They wanted to go to IHOP the next morning for breakfast which was fine but I told them to anticipate a wait – it was Saturday, the breast cancer walk was happening, and it was Homecoming weekend. We weren’t going to just waltz in a get a table.
Saturday morning we head to IHOP. Where she promptly starts complaining about the wait. .
We make it through breakfast and walk around the mall to kill a little time before we head to the tailgate. She requests a stop at S.onic first so she can get a Route 44 ice water. In theory, that’s great. In reality we are about to be in a stadium parking lot for 4 hours. Port-a-potty only. She gets two ginormous waters – one for her, one for her daughter who is 9. Of course, they need to go to the bathroom. I told them where port-a-potty row was located and continued trying to learn the “monkey feet” dance.
We finish phase one of the tailgate and head into the game where we were handed our asses by JSU. The final score was 48-10. I don’t want to talk about it.
Game over, we head back out to the parking lot to continue partying. About 30 minutes in she asks when we’re leaving ’cause the daughter is hungry and wants to go through the B.urger K.ing drive-thru. Naw dog. Just naw. We are at a TAILGATE. There is enough food to feed the children. Sally Struthers. I suggest that she feed the child from the available food – spaghetti, boudin, sausage links, hot dogs, john wayne casserole, salad, cole slaw…..I told Smoochy he was going to have to do an intervention ’cause I was gonna snap. He fixed them both plates and told them to dig in. With the exception of the boudin everything was a hit. We still had to leave about 45 minutes later. Because they had to go to the bathroom. Aaaargh!!! I still don’t know how to do the monkey feet.
Sunday morning I left everyone at home and celebrated the start of my birthday at early morning church services. Got home, fixed breakfast for all. Am repeatedly told the turkey sausage doesn’t taste like pork. That would be because it’s not.
Then she tells me she wants to take me out for lunch. I was like great – let’s go to the Vietnamese restaurant. She and the kid have never had Vietnamese. Okay…Chinese? Nope. Mexican? Too spicy. So we head to…The G.olden C.orral. Really? Really? Yeah, really. Praise God from whom all blessings flow – the line was too long. So we ended up at…wait for it…Ci.Ci’s Pizza.
They left around 4 and I’ve never been so happy to wave goodbye in all my life. I love my friend dearly, but have decided that our relationship is not going to make it through too many more overnight stays. We do best with phone calls and short drop-ins when I’m in the Bluff!!!
This chick was my road-dog all through college. We went to almost every away football game. She was fun to travel with, I knew I wasn’t going to have to worry about some strange dude being in the room, and she’s not a get sloppy drunk kind of girl. Having said that, it’s obvious that 20+ years has changed both of us. Can’t help but think of TIH’s latest post on friendships – have you read it?
Anyhoo, when’s the last time you had overnight guests? How’d it go?