I Ate Pie

I updated my age yesterday. Had a huge celebratory weekend planned starting with a lan party, ending with crab cakes, with plenty of "adult" time in between. The lan went off pretty well, but was slightly marred by our 3 year old who decided to repeatedly regurgitate blue berries, grilled bell peppers, and a hot dog just after she was deposited in her bed. Her resulting fever prompted the cancellation of babysitting services Saturday, which also meant missing the Troeg's Brewery tour. Her questionable health and ornery disposition Sunday led to another babysitting cancellation, so the elaborate rope system my wife had hanging from the dining room chandelier and the attached baggie labeled Lynn's Lair of Leather were sadly hidden away unused. The crab cakes were delicious, that was until our 5 and 9 year olds were tucked into their beds, and promptly began vomiting. My 9 YO says crab cakes are pretty nasty on the rebound, but apple pie is still pretty sweet. The weekend turned out a mixture of fun and fuckupedness. No worries tho. The fuckupedness was all part of being a parent. I still had bunches of fun. It sounds like all the missed festivities will be rescheduled bit by bit. So instead of having everything crammed into a weekend, it will end up being spread out over a series of weeks. I like that idea.

 

Olympics are over. I really enjoy the variety of rarely televised sports. But after a full two weeks, I'm happy to see them go. It's past time I get reacquainted with my 360. It's time to blow some shit up.