6.26.2006
How many amazing weekends can we have in a row?
This weekend saw us attending the Utah Arts Festival. Where I would have taken more pictures, but it was so crowded that I quickly grew claustrophobic. Plus, we didn't have a little blanket city on the grass, so we were wandering around with all the stuff needed for Julia AND our food, so that meant that my hands were a bit full. But I got this picture and one of some phallic desserts, and some of some freaky looking stiltwalkers, so we're all good.
Saturday, besides the interminable painting I mentioned in the previous post, Julia got to have her very first sleep-over. My parents have claimed the final Saturday of each month as Grandparent's Night. They want one night a month when they have all their grandchildren sleeping over.
Kristin and I were nervous. Julia is still not sleeping through the night, and some nights are really tough. But we also wanted a night off, so off she went. And Kristin and I actually got to go OUT. After we got done with the painting we went to a smoky club for dinner. The Bayou. For their famous sweet potato fries. YUM. We sat out on their patio. The heat of the day had passed and it was pleasantly cool. The air was scented with smoke, but not so smoky as to make us cough. Our food was delicious. We felt like grown-ups. We giggled. We talked about how we were enjoying ourselves AND still missed Julia. Kristin observed that the only thing that would make our night more perfect would be if there were some live music playing in the main room that would filter out to us just loud enough to hear and enjoy, but not too loud that we could talk without yelling. Within a few minutes great live jazz began in the next room.
To top the evening off, we noticed that there were fried twinkies on the menu. I have always wanted to try fried twinkies. It's a morbid obsession. I mean, we talk about twinkies being the worst of the worst when it comes to transfatty preservative sweets. It's a poster child for poor eating habits. And then to make it worse by dipping it in batter and DEEP FRYING it? It's got to be marvelous!
So we ordered some. And they were AMAZING. So good. With a raspberry sauce. God. Perfection. I am never going to order them again. Once was enough. I don't want to spoil the memory.
We topped off our evening of decadence by watching 2 episodes from Queer as Folk: The Final Season. Can I just say that I am so sick of TV (fake) lesbians being unable to hold a relationship together after kids are introduced? Sick of the high drama custody battles and the correlating assumtion that 2-mom couples can't hold it together or keep it out of the courts? I mean, yes, I know, it's TV. And yes, I know it's only 2 couples. But that's 100% of the lesbian couples shown. I know viewers thrive on the drama. But why don't they make the drama over some very real nightmare-like situations? How about one of the moms gets in a terrible car accident and while she's in a coma someone takes her birth-child from the other mom because she's not a legal parent? Or how about a set of grandparents suing for custody over their biological grandchildren to keep them from being raised by lesbians? I can think of lots of drama that doesn't involve the implosion of a lesbian marriage. I should write my own show...
So that, and the work on the kitchen, made up our amazing weekend. And Julia had a great time, too. She only woke her Grandma and Grandpa up 3 times. Of course, one of those times involved keeping them up for an hour, and she did get them up at 6:30 am, but still! A pretty good night. I guess we're on for July. Kristin and I better get planning our next date night.
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OK, I've put up with this long enough and I just can't take it anymore.
When you first posted your blog links, of course I noticed a glaring omission. But I didn;t say anything. I was cool about it and let it pass. I figured you were catering to a certain demographic and didn't want anyone to know that you patronized (dare I say ENJOYED?)such a lowbrow blog.
But now it's got to the point where you link to pretty much every other blog in the world EXCEPT for mine. That's just a slap in the face. It's an indignity that cannot stand.
So come on - throw this dog a bone. Gimme a little sumtin sumtin. Show me that you care, even if it's just a little bit.
Hmmm. I'll think about it... I do have another couple of links to add today...
Wow sounds like you had a fun weekend. You are very brave, I still couldn't leave Cam over night. We watched the first 3 episodes of Queer as Folk, and we are already pissed off. I wish they wouldn't do that either. By the way your kitchen looks great, and we can't wait to see the finished product.
that photo from the art fest is very cool!
love that you gals got to have a date night- & I really love that Julia gets to have Grandparent night. I had those as well & it is pretty magical.
I just finished watching the Tales of the City series & there is a sort of good relationship in that. Well there is the bit about Jonestown and fleeing to cuba...um
OH, I so agree about the TV lesbians.
Plus the ones on Queer as Folk are just yucky, if you ask me.
Also you SHOULD totally wrtie your own show.
Well here I am by way of introduction: I'm Andy, and since you postd my thing in scheher...she...the writing thing I thought I should introduce myself properly. I found by way of the assclown above. I stop by his blog every now and then out of...I dunno.
It's like watching a car wreck with that guy. He wants to be loathed so badly and he tries so hard that I don't want to oblige him. His first comment on my blog was insulting and I chose to ignore him. I hate to give him to much attention much less credit but there it is. It appears he's useful for something after all if only inadvertently. Anyway thanks for having me.
Oh please PLEASE PLEASE write your own show. I also hate the dykes-breaking-up plot. I love your ideas!
Oh Cocoa, I'm sorry. I didn't think that anyone who was going to watch HADN'T already seen the 4th season. Because by the end of the 4th season Mel and Lindsay are already broken up. So I thought it would be safe to talk a bit about it...
I suck.
I love that photograph. Very beautiful.