Tucked beneath flame retardant bedspreads.
|16.Feb.2008Another fabulous day in San Antonio. I woke up at 11:00. YES, ELEVEN O’CLOCK! Stacey, being a mother of 5 herself, knew better than to wake me. Apparently she made a few coffee runs to the office and watched a couple of shows on TV before I emerged from hibernation.
She’s good like that.
Would you believe that one of the things we did, after a big ol’ country breakfast, was go to Target? Well, believe it.
Just how many opportunities does a mom get to walk up and down every single aisle of ANY STORE without having kids begging for this, that, and the other? Mine, in particular, like to express their absolute exhaustion at having to walk for a whole 15 minutes on their spry young legs. I hear complaints like, “When can we go hoooooome!” or “When can we go to the toy aisle, this is taking foreeeeeeeever!”
It was good to just be with Stacey and our cart of ever-increasing objects of interest.
Mostly? We’re doing a lot of catching up (read: talking). And in between our long talks we are eating and watching movies.
I call that a good time.
Tonight, after our evening movie we went to P.F. Chang’s for Chinese Food. Stacey was raving about some awesome drink called a Mexican Martini. I’m here to tell you that it might possibly rival my love for frozen lime margaritas.
No, really.
What I find amusing is that this particular Mexican drink is served at a Chinese food restaurant. Apparently the Chinese love their Mexican drinks as much as I do.
If I believed in reincarnation, I would be certain I was either a Mexican or a Chihuahua in my previous life. Okay, maybe not a Chihuahua; though I have a special affinity for that culture’s choices of color, drinks and food, I rarely make a run for the border (Taco Bell).
At the restaurant we had an interesting discussion with our waiter. Stacey was cracking up at me in her most graciously silent, southern manner because I didn’t catch on to the fact that the guy thought we were “partners”.
Waiter: “So what did you ladies do for Valentine’s Day?”
Me: “We went to see Fool’s Gold and out to eat.” – talking about me and Jeff.
Stacey: Quietly snickering.
Waiter: “Oh really, did you like it?” (Looking back and forth at me and Stacey.)
Me: “I liked it okay – Stacey, did you like it?” (I knew she had already seen it.)
Stacey: Uh huh *snickering more*
He went on to ask more and more questions. I just had no idea he was alluding to “us” in any manner other than what I know to be true, but I’m sorta naive like that I guess. Stacey, on the other hand, found it all quite comical and didn’t feel a need to let him know otherwise.
So, tonight I apparently was a lesbian – y’know, in case you were wondering what I do when I leave Mr. OMSH and the kids for a weekend away with one of my closest girlfriends.
After we stuffed ourselves with food, downed our Mexican Martinis and ate our olives, we headed back to the hotel to crawl into our jammies, underneath the itchy, flame retardant bedspreads, and go to sleep.
Tomorrow is already beckoning and I’m wondering how I can set the clock back for just 24 more hours.
*sigh*
13 Comments
witchypoo
Heh. What was he supposed to think with you two all giddy with each other?
Guys don’t do that, and they totally lose out on that one.
Christina
my best girl and I get that all the time as well. My husband thinks it’s funny. And it was, like the first time. Time number 999…hmmm not really feeling it anymore.
Mommy Cracked
Target trip with no kids? Absolutely heaven in my book!
Emily
that sounds like a beautiful weekend….. I’m totally jealous.
Kater
I’m so glad you’re both getting the chance to catch up and recharge. You’ll go back to your families as rejuvenated and relaxed mommies. See? It’s a win-win situation!
Jenk
This sounds heavenly!
I get the “girlfriend” thing with my best friend too. I still think it’s funny.
Mrs. Wilson
hee hee!
I recently pretended that my girl friend was my “partner” so that she could help me on the plane with my baby – and so that she could sneak on early … it’s fun to fool people sometimes … hehehe
Mr. OMSH
This one time, in band camp…
Busymomma66
When we go out for girls night, since we are all married, we don’t want the guys hitting on us. We tend to team up and do the pretend the lesbian thing.
I have a couple of friends that I do the girl’s weekend away. It’s great not having someone pound on the bathroom door screaming MOOOOOMMMMM!
BTW I’ve linked to your blog in my blogroll.
Stacey
What a great time. Not only was that just a much needed time of total renewal but a great time with the woman I love the mostest…. not in the lesbian way (although you are hot, don’t get me wrong) but in the down to earth, share my heart friendship that is so easy to slip back into no matter how much time passes. Seriously, I had such a wonderful time. It is so nice to share uninterruped time with someone that just gets you without the necessity of the spoken word.
I actually really HATE staying in filthy hotels that you can’t walk barefoot in but I honestly had such an awesome time that I really didn’t notice…. well, not much anyway.
Gosh, this is so mushy that I feel like I need to dot my I’s with hearts. yuck. you know I have never been ‘that’ girl …. guess God really can turn stone into jello. Love you. Thanks for a fabulous weekend. Tell Mr. OMSH thanks for me and Jeff, in case you are reading, don’t worry – I promise not to move in on your territory if you will let me borrow Heather again. Say around August. Deal?
Jules
Sounds like an awesome weekend. Target without children? Heaven. I am so jealous.
Liz C.
Ooooh… the bathroom alone thing! Heaven!
However, when I experienced it this past summer, in California for a teaching gig with no kids at all, I found myself getting anxious every time I shut the bathroom door. It felt very claustrophobic with the door shut, but was far larger than my bathroom back home.
When I complained on the phone to DH about it, he gently explained, “DUH… Punky, it’s been 12 years since you had completely solo bathroom time. The door never stays shut for long with all the potty-training we’ve had. No wonder you were nervous–no one was coming in at all.”
I’ve got another 18 years at least… how on earth will I manage after 30 years of no-solo-bathroom time??? I’ll be needing valium just to pee by myself.
KYouell
Hi! Finally made it back to a comment-able post.
You’ve convinced me to add PF Changs to my list of places to visit once The Cupcake is weaned.