My mom's the BDDC

To prepare for a visit from mom, I put valient effort toward fixing my sorry self up.

I got a hair cut! Don't I look like Mary Beth? I mean, not the tongue. That's just proof of my idiocy.

I purdied up my toes!

Then I had to endure a really long work day while Mom bravely managed a cross country flight that was riddled with bullshit. The long work day ended with a long work evening event

This was taken in the elevator when I brought all the stuff I had purchased up to the event room. Next time please remind me that I'm in charge and I have a budget and I do not need to do these things manually.

Eventually, I was free! I had some time to kill before mom's eternally delayed flight would arrive, so I stopped at the taco shop for a burrito, then stopped at the market for a cold six pack. I was mighty smug to have procured such excellent arrival supplies.

Despite these stop and start and stop and start errands (hint! foreshadowing! impending doom!), I was still too early to start circling the airport like a vulture, so I made my way to the cell phone lot to await the landing.

This food truck looked and smelled so good! Right there in the cell phone lot. Too bad  I'll never return to that godforsaken place (doom, etc)

I sat in my turned off car and chatted with facebook friends, played words with friends (so many friends), just killing time for about 20 minutes. It wasn't fun, but it was fine. The only annoyance was when someone in the car next to me smoked a cigarette, but I just put the window up and made her go away. Finally, mom called to say that her plane had landed! Cue angel choir! WE got off the phone quickly so I could get over there and fetch her with my smug provisions and sunny disposition.

I started the car.... not so fast, Kowalski

Dead. My car was dead.

Let's not dwell on this, shall we? Let's not go into detail about the despair. The harrowing hour long wait for AAA knowing that mom was RIGHT THERE. Let's not talk about the cooling/warming provisions.

Sigh.

But then, mere hours later?

Buckets of my mommy's love cured everything.

We enjoyed breakfast burritos and poinsettias in the delicious sunshine together, my mommy and me. Then we took a pretty driving tour around sunset cliffs before making our way to the neighborhood where my girl was due to Star in a Major Production! We needed coffee and flowers for the art-ISTE, and found a great spot for both right around the corner from the theater.

Please enlarge so you can see the sign that hangs between the monkey face and the open door.

There was also some hoola hooping, but we do not have a photo of that.  Soon it was time for the show.

Look at my girl! So humble, so jewish, so Golde

Who is she talking to with such theatrical chagrin?

Gasp! Her husband!

Gulp.

Ye gads.

I do NOT give my blessing. He's kinda cute, though.

After all the excitement of our first day together, we enjoyed a respite in the comfort of mom's lovely hotel and restaurant.

The dork doesn't fall far from the tree. (not you, mom)

The next day was Saturday, and we soon found ourselves parked by the pool again for another day of bliss relaxation and catching up.

Janet and Kj came to play!

We ventured to Old Town for lunch because mom was long past due for a Mexican meal. There was a bit of drama around the table as the blistering sun moved into the perfect position to sear through our very souls. We thought we'd lose a member of our party to the consumption, but once we moved to a shadier spot things began looking up so we posed for a group selfie. Everyone was being cranky and stubborn so I eventually just snapped a pic of he one person who was nicely cooperating.

perfect!

Aw. there we are playing nicely! The plastic bag of lefties is a nice touch.

That night, we went to the Embarcadero for a seaside symphony performance ... a Tchaikovsky Spectacular!

Mom: "I keep making a weird face." Me: "well stop it!"

Happy, together, bad at selfies.

You'll never guess what we did on Sunday.

There are the buddies Clara and Grammy, up in mom's room

Here I am up in the room, restocking provisions

Nu bucket o love

Okay this is getting really long, hang in there.

Monday morning, Labor Day, I went to the gym then did a little prep work for the Last Night Extravaganza:

 

Lesbo dinner! Yeaaaaaa

Then we met up at the hotel where I died laughing at the towel inventory

Then, you know.

Beth and her girls came to play!

Is this a fair fight?

Before we left for the kitchen, we had an important stop to make

To my workplace for grape leaves!

And then, the magic began:

Mom said this was her first time rolling wada!

Soon... well, soon enough... the stage was set

For the meal of the century

And a long, leisurely time around the table together.

Mom had to leave the next day. Sob. We drove her home

and stayed a little while

the kids wanted to swim

and we were thirsty

It was a pretty perfect visit, I must say. My mom is the Bomb Dot Diggety Com.