Have you ever sat down for a meal feeling like "eh, I guess I could eat," but you're not really hungry? And someone puts a plate in front of you and you take the first bite and it's so mind-bendingly delicious that you start drooling everywhere and making lewd noises and suddenly you realize HOLY CRAP, YOU WERE STARVING and proceed to mack down enough food to keep you full through the rest of winter?
Well my weekend in Arizona was exactly like that.
When Erin mentioned her after-the-fact wedding reception, I didn't even bother asking Dave whether or not he'd mind if I went because I thought for sure he'd say no. But then my brain wouldn't shut up about it, about how fun it would be to see Erin again and to get away from my children so maybe I could have the chance to miss them or at least be happy to see them when I got back. So eventually I figured what the hell and I asked him and he immediately said yes without any hesitation other than, "I need to check my calendar, but sure," thus proving one of my most important life rules: don't be afraid to ask for what you want, dumbass. (He also proved that he'd been hitting the awesomesauce extra hard that day.)
Anyway, because I've loved Erin since day one, I already knew I loved Randy too, but man, you should hear them together. They're so sweet that just hearing them talk was like getting an appointment reminder call from the dentist.
"Hey Schnookums, I cleaned out the local BevMo, what was the next thing on my list again?"
"Thanks, Sweetiepie McLoverpants, did you get the chance to wash the dune buggy yet?"
I'm kidding (only partly), but Erin and Randy make Dave and I sound like Frank and Estelle Costanza, only louder.
The party was a fabulous excuse to see them in their natural habitat (on the SUN) and they were amazing hosts. Even the weather was a perfect 80 degrees and sunny with a light breeze. In fact, I'm in the process of re-organizing my retirement plan around their guest house. I mean, why move to Mexico when you've got friends like that in Tempe? (Pronounced TemPEE, I learned, in spite of the fact that the air is so dry there I think only TemPEE'd once in 24 hours.)
And did I mention that Eden was there!? And that going into the weekend, my only goal was not to barf in the guest bed we were sharing? And it was a success! Because instead of filling the time with drunken debauchery like I'd expected us to, we mostly filled it with amazing conversation and that turned out to be something I needed a lot more than booze. (My liver concurs.)
So my first overnight trip away from the kids was spent with people I usually only get the chance to adore from afar and it was perfect and I'll be honest: I didn't miss the gremlins at all. (I did miss Dave though - he and Randy would've been fast friends.) I called home a few times and my favorite conversation went like this:
"Hi honey, are you having fun?"
"Totally! How are the kids doing?"
"Fine - they're watching-- WHAT THE **** IS THAT ON THE FLOOR?!?"**
I wouldn't have changed a single thing about the trip. It was THAT great. And the kids both ADORE their sock zombies. Alex brought his for show and tell on Tuesday and now Erin's hand-stitched brain-eaters are taking over the world even faster than swine flu, one Methodist preschool classroom at a time!