We went to a sort of a party, I guess, tonight, featuring denizens from the austin.general newsgroup. It was ultimately boring. I suppose it wouldn’t have been if I had known anyone there. The kids were big hits and even though they were the only kids there, everyone was very nice to them. Some semi-inebriated, semi-clothed (ok, she was clothed, but skimpily) woman gave J. a handful of makeup glitter. You can guess what the most sparkly family on the block is. Sometimes it’s really obvious who doesn’t have kids of their own. Another guy was there showing off his Segway. Someone took a demo ride on it and proved that it is indeed possible to fall off.
After an hour the brewery owners started to shoo us off, so we headed over to Carraba’s for a bite to eat whereupon C. immediately fell in Utter and Complete Love with our waitress, who she dubbed “Sunny-D” for some reason. Every time the waitress left, C. started howling “Sunny-D! Sunny-D! Wh’AH you?” at the top of her lungs. We had an excellent meal and for dessert I had a chocolate martini (equal parts vodka and creme de cacao, served in a martini class whose rim is dipped in chocolate sauce). Oh but damn, that was good. I’m very much looking forward to hitting martini bars in Las Vegas.
Luckily J. discovered the flyer for Mother’s Day sitting near the back of our booth and pointed it out to hub. Now he knows. I knew he’d forget unless someone clonked him over the head with it and I didn’t want to have to do it again this year.
I watched Donnie Darko again last night. Second time’s the charm. I can’t get the movie out of my head. Or the soundtrack.