Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Best Weekend Ever
This past weekend was probably the best weekend I'd ever had. And I don't think that I did anything all that special. I think it's because I was finally just enjoying myself without worrying about anything.
Friday night started at the Brat class for NEDS. I'd gone to that one not only because I really enjoy hearing the speakers, but because I really wanted to figure out if I was indeed a brat, or if if I just sometimes just liked to play one on tv. I'd spent some time with one of my best friends, and we kind of goaded each other into a bit of misbehaving during the class, but we'd had a ball.
I spent Friday night at Daddy's and on Saturday we'd just sort of hung around. Not doing a whole heck of a lot. I managed to finally get that haircut that I'd been putting off. We'd had lunch, I took the boy over to the park and got him a miniature pumpkin, and I went to go get the babysitter so that Daddy and I could go to a party.
The party was quite a bit further away than we'd usually go for one, but I really wanted Daddy to see the kind of place where I'd grown up. Lots of my friends were there and more than a few of our friends were as well. We talked a lot on the ride up to the party and he'd worried about whether or not we'd run into someone that I had played with before. I assured him that it wasn't likely to happen. And even if it did, most of my playmates wouldn't have breathed a word to him about it. They'd be much more polite than that I think. It's funny though, I don't have that same question in my head when we go somewhere together and I certainly know that we've been places where people he's played with before were at. I guess it's just one of those things I'll never understand.
I really wanted to show him what I'd meant by being used to a different atmosphere, a different crowd that followed rules, a different set of mores I guess. It was a comfortable place, with lots of fun, plenty of room, and well behaved people that weren't at all touristy. I think he could see what I meant when I said that this was a much different crowd of people than we'd been around at some of the local Boston parties. And I think he liked it. Not that the Boston scene is bad...but it is very different.
It was a little chilly in the dungeon, even for Daddy. But we spent some time playing with rope and he ended up putting a really wonderful spider web tie on me. It took a long time to do, and we weren't so much playing with rope as trying to figure it out, but it just seemed different. I don't know whether or not it had to do with the atmosphere, the fact that we were facing each other, or the fact that I'm learning how to enjoy rope AND stay with him at the same time. Maybe all of them. Whatever it was, it worked fabulously. I wish that there was a lot more of that.
On Sunday, we went apple picking with the family and had a great time. The smile on Daddy's face all weekend long was wonderful to me and made me happy. I like it when he's smiling and relaxed. When his face shows it. That's the reward for not being a brat.
Posted by W at 8:46 PM