Last night was Ernie’s birthday party. We decided to have a small party right after school on his actual birthday. After bringing cupcakes we made last night to school for afternoon snack, I packed three crazy boys into my car and we headed to the house for all kinds of insanity. Ernie’s friend from across the street joined us. Shoes were lost in the garden, Playmobile was everywhere, and at one point I needed to insist that they all put their pants back on. “Do we have to wear our underwear too?” one of them asked plaintively. Yes. Yes, you have to wear your underwear too.
Slight correction: between cupcake drop-off and crazy-boy pick-up I raced downtown to pick up dim sum (at Ernie’s request) from our second-favorite dim sum place that has a handy take-out counter. On my way through Friday afternoon traffic I thought briefly “maybe I should head out to our favorite dim sum place, even though it’s farther away it might be faster on a Friday afternoon,” but I was already half-way down Market Street in record time. I even found a parking spot around the corner immediately. I raced in–literally running down the street past all the suits–to find it closed at 4 on Friday. Of course it is, and yet I never thought to check.
Raced back to the Castro and picked up egg rolls, potstickers, and pan-fried noodles at the crappy take-out place around the corner from the school. This entire time, by the way, I’m leaving up-to-the-minute details on Dashing Husband’s voicemail. Got his call to go to the better take-out place around the corner and across the street as I was loading crazy boys into the car with a bag of crappy take-out sitting on the front seat. Oh well. I’d never heard of the better take-out place. It ends up they go regularly when I’m out of town. No one tells me anything.
To sum up: crazy boys ate egg rolls, potstickers, noodles, and farm carrots in the play structure in the garden while Dashing Husband, neighbor, and I had a very weird dinner of same plus random cheeses and olives found in the fridge and leftover asparagus with vinaigrette from last night.
Ernie’s first dinner party: shirtless, starchy, al fresco.
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