Now that I've captivated you with tales of my ugly feet, how about we talk about my weekend?
The plan was originally that I would have Gabriel for Easter, because every year my aunt Rebecca has a big Easter party with an elaborate garden hunt and a shockingly wide variety of Jell-O desserts and extended relations and many, many tiny Mexican girls is poofy pink Easter dresses and white patent leather shoes, all looking at our dirty raggamuffin children with a blend of shock and distaste at their bare feet and unbrushed hair.
It's a good plan, right?
On Friday evening I was baking cookies with Gabriel and we were discussing the weekend.
"But I want to spend Easter with my dad!"
"Oh. Are you sure? Because Becca's having an Easter party."
"No! I want to have Easter with my dad!"
So I told him to call his dad and see if he was available, and his dad was available, but wanted to make sure it was okay with me, and didn't I think that Gabriel might have more fun at the party? Well as a matter of fact, I did, but not if he was pissed the whole time because he wanted to "spend Easter with his dad!" Well. That's that then, isn't it?
Saturday morning I took Gabriel to San Jose to meet up with his dad, shopped around Valley Fair (new jeans! Huzzah!) and then I drove up to Oakland to have lunch with my new BFF, VDog, who I luffs. If you ignore the fact that at one point I had to pull over to make sure my bumper wasn't about to fall off in the road, and that I got lost on the way to VDog's mama's house, the afternoon went pretty much without a hitch. Next time I'm gonna bring Gabey along, so our boys can love on each other, since we're pretty sure they will.
That night, Gabey-less, I made plans to go out with my sister and Julia. My friend Mira was having a party. Actually, her old roommate was having a party, but whatevs. Mira's old apartment is not quite walking distance to downtown, so we were a little iffy on the whole thing, but then Mira called me to tell me that Keven might be there!
Julia and I went to elementary school with Keven. Mira and I went to high school with him. When I was six, Keven explained to me the principles of the democratic party, and why no one in their right mind should vote for George Bush. We learned how to read together! And I haven't seen him in at least 5 (but probably more like 7) years. And I saw Keven! So that was nice. I like seeing people from my childhood.
At some point Julia left because she was going to church in the morning. Then my sister and I went to some divebar in Seabright, where we ran into one of the old bartenders from The Catalyst. Then we walked home through the beach flats. I can't really think of a good way to describe that choice if you're not from here. It's not as stupid as walking home through Compton at 1am, but it's a whole lot stupider than, say, walking down State Street in Santa Barbara at 1am. We stopped at 7-11 for Doritos, and made it back to my sister's with nary a rape or pillage.
Sunday I slept until 10:30 and then mosied around the house with no pants on for a good hour after that. I went to the Easter party sans Gabriel, ate many delicious foods, and took many adorable pictures of children not my own. Mike used some sheet metal screws to reattach my bumper, so I fear my imminent death just a little bit less when I'm driving my car.
I picked up Gabey at around 3 and brought him back up to my parents' house. He had a great time with his dad, and then had a great time playing with his cousins, so I think he would tell you he had a fabulous Easter, which is good.