Sex and the City, Sushi and Squirrels

Sex and the City opened last night. We were all so excited to go see it. Kinda goofy, but come on, we watched that show and loved it for years. So Christina, Lisa, Lena, MaryPat and I went to see it. It was cute. Really, exactly what you would expect out of it. A little corny. Everyone looked a little older. At one point Samantha was fat. Total gut, that I hadn't seen coming. Of course the clothes were awesome. It was pretty predictable. No big twists. Cute, fun to watch. That's it. After that we went down to Philadelphia to meet some friends at Table 31.
I am not going to mention specific names but on the way in to the restaurant people were still getting ready. One person put a hairpiece in their hair. I, being a good friend, begged her not to. Really, I had no problem saying, "It looks ridiculous." I was actually familiar with this particular hair pet because last summer she and I went up to this yoga thing in Rhinebeck NY. One day we were going to Woodstock. We were getting ready, I came out in my usual jean shorts, tank top, hair in a ponytail. She had on gold gladiator sandals, white and gold shorts, a huge gold belt and a white tank with rhinestones and gold on it and the hairpiece, which looks like this long curly ponytail. She said to me, "Amy, does this look alright?" I was actually in a little bit of shock, I mean, again, we were going to Woodstock. I tell her the truth, "Baby, it's so wrong, it's right. You've come full circle." I mean, what do I care what she wears? As long as she's happy right? But I do feel if my friend flat out asks me what I think of something, I should be honest. The hairpiece, frankly, scares me. And, she is beautiful without it. Anyway, both Christina and I said, "Don't wear it. Take it off." Lisa, always being the "nice" one, said, "Oh, leave her alone, if she wants to wear it. You're being mean. Let her." OOOKkkkaaayyyyy. It's out of my hands.

So everything is going smoothly, at first. Christina and I were starved. We ordered the most delicious tuna rolls and this Margarita pizza. We pretty much ignored everyone else as we ate, and guess what? It was dinner and a show with what happened next. Lisa referred to it as the train wreck. So we were at a group of tables across from the bar. There was this odd looking man sitting at the bar who seemed to be staring at our friend. It was kinda creepy. The hairpiece friend walks over and hears talk of this, she marches herself right up to the bar and says, "Why are you staring?" I don't know what he said to her but she comes back to the table and says to the friend he had been staring at, "He wasn't staring at you, he was staring at me." Was that necessary? So, the stared at friend says, "Well at least I don't have a dead squirrel on my head." Uh oh. This is going to turn ugly fast. Hairpiece friend says something back that I can't type on here, but it made Lisa, Christina and I look at each other and cringe. Lisa was mouthing the words to me, "Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy make her stop. Make her stop.Amy Amy Amy." I so know where this is going, it's only going to get worse. So people are angry. Hairpiece friend stomps off, makes a detour at weird guy sitting at the bar and whispers something to him, I have no idea what. I, of course, have to follow, because I have seen this little scenario before, I'm pretty much anti-drama and I don't need her lost in Philadelphia alone. So I go to talk to her, I actually get yelled at. Me. Me, who warned her about the hair, me who was minding my own business happily eating my sushi. At this point weird bar guy is lurking around us. My friend stands up, points her finger at him and says in the loudest, meanest voice, "You have to leave. Now." Oh God. He practically ran out of there. I seriously think I saw him tuck his tail between his legs as he was bolting out the door. By the time I talk her in off the ledge our other friend has left. Which makes me sad because she is funny, we wanted to hang for a while. Luckily Steve/Mitch was there. Another Kid Rock fan, so of course, there wasn't enough time in the night left to get through our mutual love of him.
Let me warn you, if we ever go out together and you put on a hairpiece, I'm going to be a bitch about it. I have seen where this can go and it ain't pretty.

Monkeys with No Fear

The last two weeks have been ropes course at the kids school. I go and help for both of them. It's a fun day. It's very interesting to see how different kids act on the different climbs. The ones who scoot up like monkeys, the ones who try their very hardest, sweating and huffing and puffing and can only make it up a little bit and the very few who kind of give it a try and decide it's to hard and come down. Sometimes the ones you expect to be afraid the very least get scared. These courses are high up there and some of them are very difficult to climb. A lot of times the ones who get scared end up trying again after they have done everything else and making it to the top. Both Saige and Chase were scooters. Not a care in the world. Just boogied on up there. There is one that the 4th graders have that the 3rd graders don't and it looks scary. They have to climb up a ladder and go across a rope bridge then climb up a telephone pool and walk across another horizontal telephone pole way up in the air. They are harnessed in but there is nothing for them to hold on to. It takes guts. Saige banged it out. I was really proud of her. It reminded me of a couple years ago when I got the brilliant idea of going to a flying trapeze class with my brother Mark. The whole time before Mark kept questioning me, "Is this a good idea?" I kept assuring him it was. That is until I started to climb the rickety ladder to get up to the trapeze. It was at that point that I wondered what was wrong with me. Why would I do this? I got to the top and was fixated on the ground below. The helper guy kept saying, "Don't worry about down Amy. Just look up." So I did. I got through it. I did it like four times. The basic swing out, hook your knees, swing hanging upside down and flip down. My brother on the other hand became the star of the class. What a show off he was (are you reading this Mark?) what with his "catches." It's a good thing I had kicked his butt at a yoga class right before or I might have felt bad about myself. Cause we're not competitive at all. Not even a little bit. Neither are Saige and Chase.

The "Burbs" Party-Happy Birthday Dave!

So we did seemingly "normal" stuff too. We shoot for this a lot. To appear "normal." It's not easy, but we can pull it off sometimes. Like for instance, I planted lots of flowers. Marc did outside stuff too, which really, is unheard of. He is the king of telling me to, "Call someone and hire them to do it." He was out there by the pool though working away on Sunday.
On Monday we had a party, sure there were no football players, although I do believe Kirsten ran track in high school. Does that count? I shocked Lisa by the amount of effort I put into it, all by myself, did not even call Bruce the caterer. Lisa knows to me, making dinner is a chore, so when she showed up and saw this....

she almost fell off her chair.
So it was a lot like any other Memorial day party, the kids swam, played, ate. The adults ate, drank and rehashed the weekend. It was fun. Normal.
John and my gorgeous fairy God child.




Happy Birthday Dr. D.


Yes and today is Dave's birthday so Lisa brought him the hamburgler cake. That's fun, right? Even if the Genardis guy made it. It's still cool.