I might still be a little drunk from last weekend.
My friend Sara came to visit me in Montreal, with her lovely boychild, Will. Since it was Family Day weekend for everyone in Canada EXCEPT for Quebecers *ahem* and most people had an extra day off, Miss Sara decided to come and stay at our house. I'd been looking forward to it for weeks and weeks. (Winter can feel so bloody long, you know.)
We've met in person a only a few of times in the past couple of years, but thanks to this wonderful blogsphere here at Urban Moms, and through the copious amounts of email we send each other on a
nearly daily basis, she's become one of my peeps. *thumps heart with fist and throws gang signs* We're cool like that. And we're tight like that. And it's become a bit of a sport to make each other snort coffee or coke out the other's nose and onto each other's computer screens from afar with our ridiculous antics and horrible, horrible language.
It's kind of the best thing ever. I'm sorry we live so far away from each other.
And I explained to her in advance that I'm pretty crappy at planning "outings" and such for others, so if there was something in particular they wanted to see or visit or do, she'd be wise to speak up. She basically said, "Dude, I'm coming to see you, and that's all I really need to do." So I went to the liquor store, and got provisions and made NO PLANS AT ALL.
They arrived around supper time on Friday night, and after we hugged and clutched each other, the kids were all introduced, and we got right into Adult Girl Time. It was basically, Here kids, eat this... don't like it? Don't eat it, but there's no dessert, and PLEASE just go hang out in the tv room for a while and be quiet because WE'RE TALKING, okay?
And we never stopped talking.
The children would come and go, and we'd listen to them for 2.5 seconds and then usher them out of the room again. Or we'd throw cookies at them to keep them quiet. Or slices of flourless chocolate cake. Or threaten them with NAPS ALL AROUND if they didn't just git. It was rather glorious being with a like-minded mum for the weekend. This time around? It was all about us.
I'm being a tad facetious, of course. They all got along rather well together, (which made things easier for us) but we talked with the very funny and delightful children when they'd come to see us. And we played with them, and we read books, and answered a thousand questions. We tickled them and we cuddled them and we kissed them. And then we'd usher them out of the kitchen again, sit our asses back down on the couch, and just... dish. For hours. And we drank wine.
Wait. Was that when you lived in Toronto, or after you moved here... I'm confused.
And then we drank some more wine. I believe we went to bed at 3:30 in the morning.
After French toast and bacon for breakfast, we did do the fresh-air thing with everyone in tow, and went to the Atwater Market, not far from where we live. We got delicious pizza for everyone and ate at a table outside the resto, under the covered canopy of the market. (Martin ate a miniature container of cold, grilled marinated veggies. I'm thinking it wasn't nearly as good as the pizza.) The kids laughed and kidded and hugged each other a lot.... lovely.
And then we bought more wine, and came back to the house to, um... drink it. And talk.
So, was that the guy before that other guy? Or the one after? How old was he? I'm confused...
In an effort to give the children some more fresh air, we had them put their snow pants on, and had them run around outside for a while, but that got
cold old kinda fast, because they were so tired from staying up until after 10:30 PM the night before. Ava Scarlett had a massive tantrum, and I marched her into the house for some quiet time. I found her fast asleep ten minutes later. *shrugs* All parent's can see those kinds of meltdowns coming from a mile away. I opened the wine.
And I put out a plate of munchies kinda like this one, so we wouldn't become too drunk before mid-afternoon.
It didn't work. We were kinda drunkled by 4 PM, I'm so sure. And then we opened the fancy-pants champagne in the orange box she brought as a gift, and drank that too. Yeaaaaah.
My camera battery was dying, but I took a couple of pics of this wee moment...
And for the record, that Will is the most adorable child - lovely, smart, very funny, and terribly cute. And I nearly ate him, since he was also totally full of bacon. Get. In. Mah. Belly. Wow, I love that kid.
Though he sat with us and drank and ate with us, Martin was quietly in the periphery for most of weekend, allowing us the berth to have girl-time and just catch up in all the ways we needed to. He made snacks for us. He washed dishes and cleaned everything. And he even stayed behind with the children when I dragged Sara out to one of my favourite neighbourhood haunts later that evening, for some more eats and more drinks.
We did not stop talking.
She: And so I'm in this bar... blabitty-blah-blah... and my friend, Johnny Rainbow...
Me: Wait. You know a guy called Johnny Rainbow? That is an EXCELLENT name.
She: Johnny Rainbow? Yeah, I know. God, I've known that guy for, like, twenty years...
We talked our fool heads off. And it still wasn't enough. It take ages to explain your whole life to another person. Especially when you've not been life-long friends, like in Jen's case.
And before we knew it, it was post eggs-and-bacon-and-fruit-and-toast breakfast, and they were packing up to leave. And there were still so many conversations we still didn't get to have, or to finish. It's kind of amazing, since it's really all we did. I keep remembering all kinds of things I forgot to ask her... but they'll keep for the next time.
It was kind of the best thing ever. I'm sorry we live so far away from each other.
Getting together with your people is never an underrated thing, in my books. I can't wait to do it again.
Ever have a marathon talk-session with one of your peeps?