Labor Day

Besides my post about the wedding, I guess I never finished talking about my trip. Oh, Jdid, I didn’t even get to say goodbye to the groom’s mom. I think she had to be helped out sometime during the reception! I spent the rest of Saturday night surfing the net, chatting on the phone, and watching movies (New Jack City was on). I got a slight case of insomnia and was up till about 3. I just have a really hard time sleeping in an unfamiliar setting.

Sunday, I got up really early and drove back up to where my parents live, near DC. Mom, Dad, and I hung out reading the paper and watching the news. Then Mom and I went to Ikea. Exciting, huh? I realize that my parents are getting older now, so I enjoy spending time with them, even if it’s just random shopping or sitting down to a quiet dinner together. That evening, the three of us headed out to my girlfriend’s new place. Mom and Dad hadn’t seen it and they wanted to see her again. When she first moved up there, she stayed with them for a couple of weeks. She is now their surrogate daughter. Upon getting there, my dad immediately starts fixing things. He can’t help it. He can fix anything and he doesn’t like to just sit idle. I think that is why I have a hard time dating a guy that is not handy. Granted, I can fix a lot of things, being my father’s daughter and all, but I like a guy that can fix things around the house. My mom started asking how school is going and when are you going to come down for. That’s her thing. She always cooks. She also cleans too, but she didn’t want to be rude. Mom and Dad went home and me and my girl went to Georgetown. One of her friends was having a Birthday dinner. So, it ended up being a huge group of people, mostly accountants, only one of whom I knew. What do you do when you are bored while out? You get drunk!! I was just a little drunk, not too bad. But I’ll tell you, I would not go back to this place. Apparently, it’s a pretty up scale restaurant that get inundated with black people on Sunday nights. When we first got there, it was a pretty mixed crowd, but when we left, it was just drunk, ghetto, loud black folks. I just kept thinking, why can’t people act right in public. Maybe I’m just getting a little too old to do ghetto anymore. Plus, we had the worse service I’ve ever had. I mean, I used to be a waitress so I’m usually a really good tipper. I’ve been know to give 20-25%. In my opinion, this guy didn’t deserve a dime!! He was that bad. And I guess I could have understood if he was just really busy or he was doing it to everyone, but he wasn’t! There was a table of about 6 elderly white people there when we got there. He was at their table every 10 minutes, filling up their water glasses and generally kissing some ass. Then when it was later, he was at a table that had ordered 4 bottles of campaign every 5 minutes!! That is just messed up! Plus, he apologized about the wait and said he would take some off the bill. He of course told people on the other end of the table since my friend and I were already confrontational. When the bill came, he hadn’t taken any off and I was ready to start bitching! But, everyone else just wanted to go and made me leave without saying anything. I looked for the manager on the way out, but he was no where to be found either. Anyway, I made my own fun and got home around 3 in the morning after we visited another bar.

Monday, I woke up early and packed. Mom and Dad and I all hung out and Dad showed me his new bow. He’s big into bow hunting now. Yes, my father is a hunter. He’s the camper, hiker, fisher, hunter of the family. Mom is the sports freak. In fact, she was giving me tips on some good rookies for fantasy football. Daddy went to work and Mama drove me to the airport. Gas as $2.99 on the way, what a deal!