I didn't blog on Wednesday night.
For shame! you say.
I know. But I had good reason.
I (gasp!) went out to dinner with some friends.
I'll let you collect yourself for a moment.
Right. Let's move on, shall we?
So... one of the moms I know turned 40 a couple of weeks ago, and a bunch of us went to dinner to celebrate.
There are two things that happened with regard to this dinner that were noteworthy:
- Tuesday, the Hubster asked me what my plans were for Wednesday, because he was asked to go out for beers with some coworkers but was pretty sure that I had already "booked" that night to go out. (This is especially noteworthy because there's usually a rather tense back-and-forth between us when I want to go out on a "school night" and I really appreciated not only that he remembered that I had plans, but also that he deferred to them without any negativity. If he's smart, he'll *finally* learn that this type of response will be rewarded handsomely by yours truly... wink, wink)
- I immersed myself in conversations with the women seated nearest me, and had a fantastic time. I would have liked to have the opportunity to talk to everyone, but when there are ten of us at a long table, that's just not possible. And - now here's why this is noteworthy - I actually did not feel like I missed out on what was going on at the other end of the table. (One of the moms that I obliquely mentioned in a previous post were among those at dinner. They sat at the opposite end of the table, said a quick hi, and said little if anything to me except things that were of benefit to her. This behavior didn't go unnoticed, especially because I wasn't the only one treated this way.)
In other news...
The fruit flies continue to demonstrate their utter stupidity.
Today, I found two dead ones at the bottom of the styrofoam cup (it's still on the bathroom counter).
It was empty.