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slipjig3Last night, a grand, grand time was had by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rafaela and your humble author, celebrating the birthday of botia with the help of icarusfallen8 and a vanload of their insanely cool friends. Highlights thereof:
* Meetingkathleens, a nifty person
* Enjoying an ass-kicking-and-name-taking Indian feast at Sitar in Albany, where we were extraordinarily glad we split a meal, because as it was we were waddling out of there like puffins afterwards
* A visit to an especially good liquor store on Western
* Coffee and my first Bella Napoli cake at Uncommon Grounds (*swoons*)
* A rollicking game of Killer Bunnies, which was won by the slightly Shiraz-enhanced Birthday Girl
* The pleasure of actually arriving home despite the uncertainty regarding whether we had enough money to buy enough gas to get us there
Today was Get Beaten Up by My Kids Day, as they are currently crashing at Grandma's house in Lake George. Unfortunately, I ferked it up pretty nicely, because the original plan was forrafaela to accompany me on the way to pick up the young'uns, after which I'd drop her off in Saratoga for some solo time alone with good bookstores and good coffeehouses and actual pocket money. When it came nearly time for me to go, though, she was still in bed, and when I tried to get her up, she told me to go on without her, that she'd "spend all day here." I told her that was silly, and that I'd call her around lunchtime so I could pick her up and drive her to Saratoga—completely forgetting that she has the amazing ability to have a reasonable, pleasant conversation while stone-dead sleeping, and not remember a word of it later. End result: she wakes up, I'm gone, no notice left.
In short, I blew it.rafaela, sweetie, I'm so sorry. *hugs upon hugs* I'll make it up to you.
In the end, though, kids were cargo-loaded into Maude the Moo-Van, and Anna was indeed dropped off in Saratoga, albeit a tad later than expected. At this point I need to say the following: Jesus W. Christ on a Triscuit, those kids can wear you out. I was ready for a convalescent home even before we'd done anything.
But do stuff we did, or, um, something. We had a nice picnic of PB&J, bananas, chips, juice and The Advertising Monkeys Think These Cartoon Characters Are Hip® drinkable yogurt. The wee ones threw themselves from monkey bars, apparently cashing in favors from God to save their tender skulls. We tromped around Yaddo, throwing rocks into the lagoon. They decided that the playground equipment at Saratoga State Park wasn't nearly as fun as yanking off their footwear, hoisting up their pantlegs and slogging through the tiny stream nearby, thus coating themselves in mud and looking like grape stompers.
Winning line came while we followed ducks around in Congress Park:
Abbey: "The purple stripe on that one means it's ready to mate, and it's a real emergency.
Ahem. Yes, well, we all know that feeling.
Anyroad, kids are back at Grandma's,rafaela is back with me, we've eaten good pasta, and I'm about to pass out. Love you all.
rafaela and your humble author, celebrating the birthday of botia with the help of icarusfallen8 and a vanload of their insanely cool friends. Highlights thereof:* Meeting
kathleens, a nifty person* Enjoying an ass-kicking-and-name-taking Indian feast at Sitar in Albany, where we were extraordinarily glad we split a meal, because as it was we were waddling out of there like puffins afterwards
* A visit to an especially good liquor store on Western
* Coffee and my first Bella Napoli cake at Uncommon Grounds (*swoons*)
* A rollicking game of Killer Bunnies, which was won by the slightly Shiraz-enhanced Birthday Girl
* The pleasure of actually arriving home despite the uncertainty regarding whether we had enough money to buy enough gas to get us there
Today was Get Beaten Up by My Kids Day, as they are currently crashing at Grandma's house in Lake George. Unfortunately, I ferked it up pretty nicely, because the original plan was for
rafaela to accompany me on the way to pick up the young'uns, after which I'd drop her off in Saratoga for some solo time alone with good bookstores and good coffeehouses and actual pocket money. When it came nearly time for me to go, though, she was still in bed, and when I tried to get her up, she told me to go on without her, that she'd "spend all day here." I told her that was silly, and that I'd call her around lunchtime so I could pick her up and drive her to Saratoga—completely forgetting that she has the amazing ability to have a reasonable, pleasant conversation while stone-dead sleeping, and not remember a word of it later. End result: she wakes up, I'm gone, no notice left.In short, I blew it.
rafaela, sweetie, I'm so sorry. *hugs upon hugs* I'll make it up to you.In the end, though, kids were cargo-loaded into Maude the Moo-Van, and Anna was indeed dropped off in Saratoga, albeit a tad later than expected. At this point I need to say the following: Jesus W. Christ on a Triscuit, those kids can wear you out. I was ready for a convalescent home even before we'd done anything.
But do stuff we did, or, um, something. We had a nice picnic of PB&J, bananas, chips, juice and The Advertising Monkeys Think These Cartoon Characters Are Hip® drinkable yogurt. The wee ones threw themselves from monkey bars, apparently cashing in favors from God to save their tender skulls. We tromped around Yaddo, throwing rocks into the lagoon. They decided that the playground equipment at Saratoga State Park wasn't nearly as fun as yanking off their footwear, hoisting up their pantlegs and slogging through the tiny stream nearby, thus coating themselves in mud and looking like grape stompers.
Winning line came while we followed ducks around in Congress Park:
Abbey: "The purple stripe on that one means it's ready to mate, and it's a real emergency.
Ahem. Yes, well, we all know that feeling.
Anyroad, kids are back at Grandma's,
rafaela is back with me, we've eaten good pasta, and I'm about to pass out. Love you all.
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Date: 2005-04-21 05:49 am (UTC)2. I knew you wouldn't have just ditched her. Not only are you a better person than that, I think you value your testicles.
3. Next time you have the spawn, bring them to my museum ;)
4. And HOW old is that girl that she understands mating emergencies?!
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Date: 2005-04-22 04:13 pm (UTC)2) *laugh* All too true.
3) I was considering that, actually, but time ran out. Next time, for sure.
4) She's eight, unfortunately, Between that little bon mot and her current use of "Oh, crap!" to voice displeasure, convent schools are sounding more and more appealing.
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Date: 2005-04-23 12:30 am (UTC)In Albany, my favorite is Shalimar. Zero ambiance, but inexpensive and yummy, esp. their garlic nan. I would pay $20 for 4-5 meals' worth when I was deeply in study mode in grad school.