Saturday was a busy day. I started out making a dessert for a potluck my husband would be attending later in the day, going to breakfast with him, then moving on to an early band practice.
Things are going downhill with the band fairly rapidly, so practice was brief and there’s a chance that it’ll be our last one. We did finally have the "where are things going" talk and it seems that I’m the only band member who has a goal in mind (a decent demo CD and occasional gigs). Everybody else is so lukewarm about the whole thing, it’s hard to believe that they’re the ones who formed the band in the first place. Sigh.
So anyway, once I got home, I planned to laze around a bit before heading to a friend’s engagement party. However, I discovered that my husband was still home, even though he should have been at his party, dessert in hand, more than an hour earlier. It turned out that the bandmate he was planning to go with had flaked out and he didn’t want to go by himself. "But I made you a dessert!" I said.
To get him to go to his event, I offered to go along as long as we didn’t stay too long. We made an appearance, met lots of strangers, got rave reviews for the dessert, and left after a couple of hours.
My next stop was the engagement party. It had a left brain/right brain theme in honor of the two "mixed brain" couples, which was a fun idea. I mainly expressed my right brainedness by decorating my plastic drinking cup with foam letters and designs.
The hosts had a "no shoes" policy, but managed to soften it somewhat by having baskets of novelty slippers available for guests to wear. I eventually chose bunny slippers after walking around in my stocking feet long enough to get chilly.
I’m never quite sure how to feel about being asked to remove my shoes at someone’s house. It’s one thing if there’s a cultural basis for the practice, but somehow it seems a little presumptuous to part guests from their footwear just because you’ve chosen to install white carpeting. I don’t know – it just seems several notches less welcoming to make a personal demand of your guests the minute they walk in the door.
So that was my busiest weekend day. My husband and I had lots of ideas for what we might want to do on Sunday, but we ended up just hanging out together all day at home, catching up on the TiVo’s offerings from last week and watching movies on HBO until late in the evening. It wasn’t exciting, but at least it was cheap!
How was your weekend?
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