For someone who isn’t exactly a huge social butterfly – this weekend was like the Tardis – bigger on the inside. And then the President scheduled an address to the American people…
After a ridiculously social weekend where I was utterly exhausted and completely wound up beyond belief, I went up to my favorite watering hole for a pint or two and commiseration over the Caps being down 2 games in the series against Tampa Bay.
Then things got interesting…
Notice of a Presidential address. Hmmm. Late Sunday night? WTF could that be that the major networks didn’t already know? Couldn’t be the economy – that’s more prime time than late night. Walked out for a smoke* and walked back in and every crawl had the news of the death of Osama Bin Laden.
Well that will certainly change the tone of an evening to be sure.
Though I will be happier with photographic and/or DNA confirmation, as I said on Facebook – I’m glad the cocksucker is dead.** I’ll admit that while cheering I did send off a message to Friday’s dinner companion to get his thoughts on the matter as he has some experience with all this. (What a strangely fortuitous time for him to find his way back into my virtual rolodex.)
That all being said, while news of this doesn’t necessarily change anything in the big scheme of thing – it’s nice to feel like we can firmly put one in the Win column for a change. (I’m sure there have been other wins, but they don’t all filter down to the American public…)
As much as I know I shouldn’t take any glee or pleasure in another’s death – this jackass tried to kill my friends. In my mind, after that, all bets are off and you deserve whatever painful and ugly end that befalls you.
Working backwards to more positive parts of the weekend…
This afternoon I spent a few lovely hours at Wheaton park with Chris and Celia and their two gorgeous little ones. This encounter made me realize that Facebook (and the Internet et al) can warp time a little bit. It wasn’t until I sat down and thought about it that I realized I was pretty sure I hadn’t seen them since they got married. Thanks to the grapevine, email and Facebook, I had a fairly decent idea of what was going on with them, so it didn’t seem like it had been that long since I’d seen them. Didn’t hurt that Celia isn’t aging.
Unlike me – if you’re asking a 6 year old. Saturday was a great little cookout with Jen & Bob and their adorable little one, J. Well, J’s friends from next door came over. J, being the Hostess with the Mostest, grabbed K’s hand and said, “I have to introduce you to someone”*** K says, “Oh, your Grandma?”
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
Thankfully little J replied with a reassuringly vehement NO and that I was Aunt Cindy, but still – seriously??? I know I’ve got some grey streaks in my hair, but for me to be the grandmother of a 6 year old – there would to have been two *really* youthful pregnancies along the way.
This after I was feeling all young and semi-gorgeous on Friday night. Up to Old Town for great evening of dinner & cupcakes & TV with a friend I hadn’t seen, in oh.. 4 years? (Again, thanks Facebook!) We’d lost touch thanks to work and life and stuff in general just getting in the way, but it had always been a curiously no-drama, no-holding-to-high-expectations friendship and there were no hard or hurt feelings on either side – and meeting up again it felt like we’d not skipped a beat and it was like sliding on a old pair of favorite blue jeans – just right.
That all being said, I think I will need to sleep for the next 3 days.
*I don’t want to hear it.
**Thank you to the writers of Deadwood for giving me a full appreciation of the many ways in which the word cocksucker can be considered appropriate.
***6 years old, and says “introduce” not “meet” – too smart for her own good, and god help Jen & Bob when she gets older.