Surreality

I have been to two of the most "out of my league"parties the last two night. The first was the St Paddy's Day see-who-can-drink-more-than-sane-people-should-drink. Himself gives a shudderingly accurate account of the "event."

It was like flaming death headed toward me. I weaseled, wimped out, chicken shitted, all that. I can slam dunk an Irish Cream or Kahlua, no worries. But I was not willing to go to Opening Day for Little League carrying my head in my oversized purse.

So yeah, I spent an hour in the living with the squids, watching some Mickey Mouse cartoons and knitting.

Then this evening, Misterpher - oh wait, he hates that name. I hereby dub him Sparky. (When Kabloey was in kindergarten, I would have Sparky with me. Just as the bell rang and the teeming masses of elementary school children and teachers would come in, Sparky would drop to him 18 month old knees and bark. It was fun when someone would trip over him. All I could do was to smile wanly and shrug. Yeah.)

ANYway, Sparky was invited to a 6 hour spagetti [sic] feed. The Great Non-communicator was hosting this shindig for his kid with whom he shares with Mother. (She is most specific that she be labeled Mother and GNC as Father. I guess one wouldn't know to look at them?)

So The Girl, Sparky and I knock around after pictures for a few hours. We check out our local pagan store. Driving by earlier in the day I saw workman covering a window with plywood. After Tball pics, we hoofed it over and asked WTF happened?

Seems a drive brick found its way into the display. Nothing was taken except the sunlight, but man, how messed up is that? But then this is the store into which xtians run in, shout out, "You are Satan's whore!" in their most xtain manner and run out like chicken shits. Whatever.

Sorry for the property damage, though. But I do rest easier knowing that whoever did will have to deal with some kind of karmic repayment at some time. One day they'll wake up with a brick through their life and wonder what did they do to deserve it? Hmm.

Anyway, bought Sparky and the Girl some cool stones and me my official Baseball earrings. French hook with a moonstone round, crescent moon and teeny spiral woman shape. Just subversive wnough for the conservatives. Yeah.

From MM, I was able to talk the two of them into Thai Food. We parked, dodged a homeless guy talking to himself, got to the door. It was locked! Arg! Curse you!

Then a ginormous Expedition/small prick car drives up with a small woman in it saying, "You wait! I be right there."

Seems the owner, Nida, had to battle traffic going north. She did make it in time to keep my growling belly happy. She gave the squids a "tour" of the kitchen, chatted them up enough to be charmed, and made a wonderful meal for us. Sparky loved the rice (no surprise), the Girl dug the wide noodles and I scored with the Ginger Prawns. A lovely conversation and a chance for the squids to run around the restaurant, and the Girl to not make it to the potty on time.

We had to go to Tarjay anyway. Sparky debated the standard light saber gift, but threw it over for the $1 a pack paint set. I was most pleased as my usual gift limit is $10 and gift and clearance bagging altogether came in at $5! Add on some replacement clothes and clown sized girl underwear (I thought they would fit!), and the latest Gurinder Chadha flick available on DVD.

After the Girl yelled at me for numerous crimes against girlhood - primarily not buying the more expensive CUTE outfit - we drove slowly over to the "Spagetti Feed." Sparky fell asleep, I asked the Girl to do the same. She yelled at me again, then tired out and fell asleep. I pulled over to the local elementary school, locked the doors, took the keys outta the ignition, leaned back and crashed too.

An hour later, I woke up and drove the 37 feet to the party. I knew one person there, besides the GNC. And she is quite uncommunicative herself. I sat in a chair with the Girl and watched "Madagascar." Then Migraine Woman showed up and we talked.

Spagetti was good. Kabloey had a second helping, but he picked the spicy version and left a lot of it on his plate. I was able to bribe the kids with ice cream to leave before bedtime.

No present opening, no cake. Not a word. Strange party.

But we whizzed away. Sparky had to pee, so we made it - barely - to the side of our house. We head over to QFC for an ice cream run. We loaded up, barked a bit, then read.

They're asleep. I finished another panel for the Girl's blanket, started another, started wash and may even end up in front of the brain-sucker. We'll see.