What is wrong with me? I just spent the entire weekend drinking. I was at my college reunion, and the person who bought all the alcohol for our class hospitality suite bought a huge bottle of Malibu. Remember Malibu? The alcohol that tastes like Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil smells? Yeah, that Malibu. You and your frosted-permed, double tank-topped, Kokomo-singing, Keds-wearing self remembers now. So I drank a lot of Malibu, for old time's sake, on Friday and Saturday. Plus we had all these "special dinners" at which I drank a lot of wine. And then Sunday I felt so bad that I had to drink some champagne to right myself. Which was especially great on the 3 hour train ride back home. Oy.
El Grande, however, was stellar. While I was stumbling around, drunkenly hanging on to my friends from first year and slurring, "I really luff you guyyyys," El Grande was entertaining El Chico as only a dad who has no yard can entertain a kid who is suddenly confronted by endless grass.
Did I mention that I went to a women's college? So there's my cute, tall, casually-confident husband, with my adorable child, getting into and out of escapades together (many of which involved golf carts and/or neo-Gothic architecture) and truly being Father of the Year. Every time I turned around I heard him saying, "He's two. My wife is inside with her friends, so we just thought we'd come out here to blow off some steam." Which was inevitably followed by, "What a wonderful father you are!" by some woman from the class of 1979 who apparently didn't bring her own man and thought she could make a play for mine. Stand back, ma'am--I'm 145 pounds of drunken muscle and I'll take you down! I think El Grande was fawned over by more women last weekend than I want to know about. I'm a little afraid that they'll invite him back for the next reunion but not me.
In other news, my friend's transfer went spectacularly over the weekend. They had four (4!) embryos of the highest quality, so she's now got two cooking inside her and two on ice. Yay! Beta is in seven days. I am beginning to feel almost as freaked out about her as I was about me last month.