Funday, Funday, Funday

This weekend was the best weekend I’ve had in months and months.  Boy, did I need it, too.  Between the endless homework, frustrations with the bureaucratic bullshit, and Big J being sick (he had tonsilitis, but is now better), I was completely stressed.  Oh, I’m still pretty stressed, but the opportunity to let loose was fully welcomed.

Big J was home from school Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, so I ended up not keeping Senor Fussypants Friday.  I spent the entire day cleaning the house – scrubbing the bathtub, sinks, toilets, vacuuming, sweeping, and washing dishes.  Trust me, it was a big task.  For a house with three adults, I’m just a bit disgruntled that I’m the only person who does these things.  I’m pretty sure no one else has washed even one dish in the last month.  I digress.  Friday night, Little J went to a birthday party/sleepover, and I hung out with Scooter at his house and watched movies. 

On Saturday, my most favoritest cousin ever, Dave, drove into town.  He’s visiting from Santa Barbara for a couple of weeks and staying with his mom in Chicago.   He’s our favorite (mine and my sister’s) because even though he’s 15 years older than I and 17 years older than she, he used to take us to do things when we were kids.  The movies, the beach, the pool, he treated us like friends and not like annoying little kids.  Many a childhood summer memory includes Dave. 

He ended up not getting here until late afternoon, so we ended up all going to dinner at the Irish pub downtown – Mom, Dave, the boys, and me.  It was delicious, and even though Little J was falling asleep (after staying up all night at the sleepover), we all had a good time.  Dave, Sis and I had talked about going out somewhere that night, and they were going to have live music at the pub, so the plan was that we’d just go there.  However, the place is popular, and I knew that if we left and came back, we’d lose our table.  Mom ended up taking the boys home (YAY Mom!), and Sis came and met us.  The music wasn’t great, but we talked and laughed and drank for a couple of hours, and it was great.   Sis then decided she wanted to do karaoke.  I texted some folks to find out where to go, and we headed over.  However, when we got there, we pretty much walked in, looked around, and decided that was NOT the place for us.  We ended up going and getting a margarita instead.  All in all, it was a great night, and I wish Dave lived closer!

Highlights included:

*Dave telling us about the Taiwanese lady he met (she can’t be over 25) who wants to date him and suggested they get a hotel room when he comes back so he can “research” her body.

*Talking about our Granny, and how she used to cook with a cigarette on her mouth, and how she would talk with said cigarette in her mouth and it would go up and down.

*Talking in Granny’s voice, and saying things like, “Taste of it.  Ya might oughtta like it.”

*Talking about music.

*Dave telling us a creepy UFO story.

*Teasing Dave about the time he took us to the movies and the concession person thought we were his daughters.

*Getting drunk and laughing a lot.

*Trying to say “he got shpielkis in his ganectagazoink” (approximate spelling) while drunk and laughing a lot.  (Anyone get the reference?)

Oh, and for those of you who aren’t on facebook – my new alias is Fanci Worthington.  It just rolls off the tongue, no?  For the record, that is someone’s real name.

Once Dave was on his way back to Chicago yesterday, the rest of the evening/night was spent doing math homework.  Yes, all night was spent working on 30 math problems.  Ugh.  Does someone want to explain to me why I need to know how to factor numbers with exponents and variables, anyway? 

Back to the grind, and feelin’ behind.  It’s all good, though. 

P.S.  I have a date this weekend!