I am tired. This is mostly because I am a woman about town. I'm struggling to frame this post as more than just a sort of dazed review of what I've been up to lately.
Thursday nights have turned into Zumba-and-Applebee's nights with my girl Kristy. We get our dance on, and then cart our sweaty selves up Kirkwood for half-price drinks and appetizers after 9pm. It's great.
This week, though, Kristy was in Ohio, so I went to Zumba solo and then went to the late show of This Means War with J. The movie was pretty much exactly what I was looking for: sexy, funny, mind-numbing enough but with some satisfying original twists and well-placed explosions. The relationships and character motivations could have been more satisfyingly developed but the movie pretty much did its job so I can't really complain. Here's the trailer, if you're interested.
Friday night the youth group at church had a lock-in. (For legal purposes I must clarify that we were not actually locked inside the church; it was pretty much just a sleepover.) It was actually a lot of fun. Strange, though, that I am now officially a youth chaperon rather than a youth group member.
(Also... is chaperon really spelled without an 'e' at the end? I never knew...)
I was really tired from being out so late on Thursday and working all day Friday, and dinner took forever to cook... So I kept trying to get everyone to sit down and watch a movie so I could casually pass out. But everyone wanted to play games, which ended up being way cooler and a riotous amount of fun. One of the best games of Cranium I have ever played. Also, C for Cool was the best team. Way to go Chris!
Finally we staked out our sleeping spots (everyone, of course, trying to claim the couches hours in advance) and put in Secondhand Lions, which is a great movie. Unfortunately our copy is a little scratched and the DVD player is old and missing a remote, so it was tough to get it going; finally I managed it (who put me in charge of running any kind of technology, I don't know) and promptly passed out.
An hour or so later, 15-20 minutes from the end, I got up from my slumber, turned off the TV power, and immediately fell back asleep -- leaving my dad, Andy and Roberto sitting in the dark saying, "Um... I guess we're not going to see the end of the movie..." I didn't remember this in the morning, but I won't be forgetting it any time soon seeing as they will never let me hear the end of it.
Last night was girls' night. Kristy survived the trip back from Ohio and Carly managed to make it up from Dover to go out with us. We are the perfect trio since all of us are perpetually late for everything. So no pressure. After our divine classic Charlie's pizza, we rock-paper-scissorsed to see who would drive blindly toward Trolley Square, which none of us had ever successfully visited before.
After a bit of aimless weaving through dark downtown Wilmo streets, we managed to find Trolley Square, and, more specifically, Catherine Rooney's, an Irish pub apparently featuring two dance floors. And we'd been told there is no real dancing in the entire state of Delaware. I mean, it wasn't a rave, but it was a lot of fun. None of us have gone dancing in forever, but we've definitely still got it...*
*See title...
The weird reality check was that we got 3 rounds of drinks for about $60. We're not in Northfield/Newark anymore, Toto. (So hold the line -- because like Kristy, Carly, and myself, love is almost never on time.) We're in a city, at a grown-up bar. And this grown-up bar featured a startlingly wide range of ages. A middle-aged couple pretty much gettin' it on on the dance floor, for example. Lots of meticulously curled hair, too. I think our trio was pretty well-matched as far as badass, down-to-earth, really cute and fun girls go.
Ever since Audrey's and my encounter with the Santa Crawl back in December, I have been wanting to do the Wilmington "Loop" -- where school buses are provided to take patrons to bars all over downtown Wilmington. Somehow I have managed to never do a pub crawl, and our Rooney's adventure only reinforced my desire to do one. Even if the drinks are $8 apiece. Shamrock Shuttle, here I come!
Maybe.
Back at Kristy's we decided to make some Ghirardelli chocolate chip brownies to go with our G&Ts that only got strong down at the bottom. I guess I didn't stir them well enough.
We slept well enough, though, and in the morning discussed our different family structures, passed around the cats, and conceptualized a few memes all before breakfast.
Breakfast, just the way I like it at the Marsh Road Diner. A classic diner for a classic Sunday brunch, classically decorated with posters of Italy, Italian art, and other proud specimens of Italian heritage. Delicious omelet, peanut butter/chocolate chip pancakes, home fries, scrapple, tea, endless coffee refills... I love my Sunday mornings. Love my diners. Love my girls.
Coming up: Wanderlust tonight at People's Plaza (another first-time venue for me), Jess' birthday tomorrow (not getting out of that one, girlfriend), and nachos on Tuesday. We'll see if I can keep my head.
Thursday nights have turned into Zumba-and-Applebee's nights with my girl Kristy. We get our dance on, and then cart our sweaty selves up Kirkwood for half-price drinks and appetizers after 9pm. It's great.
This week, though, Kristy was in Ohio, so I went to Zumba solo and then went to the late show of This Means War with J. The movie was pretty much exactly what I was looking for: sexy, funny, mind-numbing enough but with some satisfying original twists and well-placed explosions. The relationships and character motivations could have been more satisfyingly developed but the movie pretty much did its job so I can't really complain. Here's the trailer, if you're interested.
Friday night the youth group at church had a lock-in. (For legal purposes I must clarify that we were not actually locked inside the church; it was pretty much just a sleepover.) It was actually a lot of fun. Strange, though, that I am now officially a youth chaperon rather than a youth group member.
(Also... is chaperon really spelled without an 'e' at the end? I never knew...)
I was really tired from being out so late on Thursday and working all day Friday, and dinner took forever to cook... So I kept trying to get everyone to sit down and watch a movie so I could casually pass out. But everyone wanted to play games, which ended up being way cooler and a riotous amount of fun. One of the best games of Cranium I have ever played. Also, C for Cool was the best team. Way to go Chris!
Finally we staked out our sleeping spots (everyone, of course, trying to claim the couches hours in advance) and put in Secondhand Lions, which is a great movie. Unfortunately our copy is a little scratched and the DVD player is old and missing a remote, so it was tough to get it going; finally I managed it (who put me in charge of running any kind of technology, I don't know) and promptly passed out.
An hour or so later, 15-20 minutes from the end, I got up from my slumber, turned off the TV power, and immediately fell back asleep -- leaving my dad, Andy and Roberto sitting in the dark saying, "Um... I guess we're not going to see the end of the movie..." I didn't remember this in the morning, but I won't be forgetting it any time soon seeing as they will never let me hear the end of it.
Last night was girls' night. Kristy survived the trip back from Ohio and Carly managed to make it up from Dover to go out with us. We are the perfect trio since all of us are perpetually late for everything. So no pressure. After our divine classic Charlie's pizza, we rock-paper-scissorsed to see who would drive blindly toward Trolley Square, which none of us had ever successfully visited before.
After a bit of aimless weaving through dark downtown Wilmo streets, we managed to find Trolley Square, and, more specifically, Catherine Rooney's, an Irish pub apparently featuring two dance floors. And we'd been told there is no real dancing in the entire state of Delaware. I mean, it wasn't a rave, but it was a lot of fun. None of us have gone dancing in forever, but we've definitely still got it...*
*See title...
The weird reality check was that we got 3 rounds of drinks for about $60. We're not in Northfield/Newark anymore, Toto. (So hold the line -- because like Kristy, Carly, and myself, love is almost never on time.) We're in a city, at a grown-up bar. And this grown-up bar featured a startlingly wide range of ages. A middle-aged couple pretty much gettin' it on on the dance floor, for example. Lots of meticulously curled hair, too. I think our trio was pretty well-matched as far as badass, down-to-earth, really cute and fun girls go.
Ever since Audrey's and my encounter with the Santa Crawl back in December, I have been wanting to do the Wilmington "Loop" -- where school buses are provided to take patrons to bars all over downtown Wilmington. Somehow I have managed to never do a pub crawl, and our Rooney's adventure only reinforced my desire to do one. Even if the drinks are $8 apiece. Shamrock Shuttle, here I come!
Maybe.
Back at Kristy's we decided to make some Ghirardelli chocolate chip brownies to go with our G&Ts that only got strong down at the bottom. I guess I didn't stir them well enough.
We slept well enough, though, and in the morning discussed our different family structures, passed around the cats, and conceptualized a few memes all before breakfast.
Breakfast, just the way I like it at the Marsh Road Diner. A classic diner for a classic Sunday brunch, classically decorated with posters of Italy, Italian art, and other proud specimens of Italian heritage. Delicious omelet, peanut butter/chocolate chip pancakes, home fries, scrapple, tea, endless coffee refills... I love my Sunday mornings. Love my diners. Love my girls.
Coming up: Wanderlust tonight at People's Plaza (another first-time venue for me), Jess' birthday tomorrow (not getting out of that one, girlfriend), and nachos on Tuesday. We'll see if I can keep my head.
So when AM I gonna see the end?
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