I'd rather be....

This weekend, the stars aligned so that both of our children were off to sleepover adventures on Saturday night. Bill and I found ourselves down at the beach, enjoying a cocktail in the late afternoon. It was a sunny, windy day with huge surf, and OB offered its usual plethora of moderately crazy behavior to observe. At one point I commented to the bartender that if we were being filmed for an episode of “What Would you Do?” we’d look like total assholes for sitting there drinking when we weren’t sure if the guy under the car was having a bad dream or a seizure.  On the other hand, we felt really badly about waving down the passing patrol car when the guy had to get up and perform a field sobriety test. At least he passed.

But anyway, there we were, being entertained and nourished and enjoying the blissful absence of bickering that is the soundtrack to our lives. We moved upstairs after a while to get out of the wind and into the sports bar when the game was about to start. I had a sushi roll that was so delicious, so sublime, so perfect that I made yummy noises with every bite and with every breath in between bites.

It was a perfect date, with potential to be an epically awesome night of grown up fun.

Yet I couldn’t wait to get home.

It's not my relationship, people. It's my book. I can't put it down!

I hadn't been able to pick it up since the day before when I was forced to set it aside before my hair turned into snakes at the salon (bam!). It was a pivotal moment. I had been sitting there under the dryer in my little shower cap, one hand clapped dramatically across my mouth, eyes wide, squirming to get through the scene when suddenly it was time to go shampoo. Then I met the family for dinner on my way home, then we met our new neighbors for a drink after dinner, then when we got home I realized that the book was still in the car and I went nigh nigh. Saturday was a whirlwind of activity, as per usual, and thus there I was, finally able to kick back and enjoy some leisure time, but I was out when I really really really really really wanted to be in.

I had two things going for me: first: my husband gets me. Even though he likes to tell that I'm boring when I read, he understands that my glazed over eyes were not going to focus. Second: the Padres are an abomination and it was truly painful to watch that game. So we went home! And I got to read! Until I fell asleep! on the couch. at ten.

I found some time to dig in on Sunday, and even though I had to back up and review a few details that might have become somewhat blurry in my memory after those Saturday afternoon drinks, I got a nice fat chunk of that tome under my belt that day.

On Monday, of all things, I had to go to work. Annoying. Then I had to rush through the gym and dinner and packing up my boy for the adventure he's off to find, and shower and yada yada yada yada MILES of muck to murck through before I could get back to my boyfriend book!

Now it's Tuesday. And here I am with you. We've established that I'd rather be reading this book than enjoying a beachfront date with my husband, working, spending time with my children, doing housework, watching baseball, eating sushi......

...blogging?

See you Friday.