Today is my birthday, and it has been a wonderful birthday weekend. Last night Nick and I went out to Brady's for dinner. We originally went there because they were supposed to have a band, but hell if either of us knew where the band was. When we were done eating and went outside, we could hear music from somewhere, but we weren't sure where. Oh, well. The food was okay, and I kept the alcohol coming (not that Nick was discouraging that any). When we were done with dinner, we went by the movie theater to check out what movies were playing. The only one I wanted to see didn't start for another hour, so we went back to Somerset. We ended up going to General Sam's and playing darts and pool (and we kept the drinks coming for me). Let me tell you, I had more to drink last in one night than I've had like that in years. I had so much fun. I miss doing stuff like that. I beat Nick in two games of darts (he got me in three), and he kicked my ass at pool. We made it home by 10:30, and by midnight I was paying dearly for all the alcohol I had consumed. It was all good, though, because I slept soundly through the night.
Today Nick's mom came down and Nick and I went to the quilt show, which I consider repayment for all those car shows I'm always going to. Then we had lunch at Birkmose Park, which is my favorite park out of all of them. We just brought Taco Johns there. It was fun. I had us lay down in the leaves and took a picture.
After the park we went to Goodwill and I tried on 10 different tops. Carol had bought me 2 infinity scarves for my birthday, and I wanted some tops to wear them with. Out of the 10 tops, I liked 5 of them. Plus I got a puffy vest. So maybe this fall I can start dressing a little more fashionably. Maybe I can start feeling a little better about myself.
Carol took Matthew home with her. He'll be there until Saturday. I'm going up Friday for a birthday party, then I'll spend Friday night at Mom's house and pick up Matthew on Saturday morning. By then I'll probably be more than ready to pick him up. Part of me felt guilty putting him in that car seat and sending him off today. I wondered if he cried when Carol drove off, or if he was confused when I wasn't going with him. He was so quiet and still when I put him in the car seat, which he usually only is when he's not sure about a situation. I can only hope that he'll be fine.
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