Dale turned a ridiculous age this weekend. I can't quite believe how old we're getting. Especially Dale. But there are presents and cake involved, so it's not the worst thing. As is appropriate for his age, we stayed home and had a very low key day. I made scones for breakfast, Dale went for a massage, had a nap, and watched TV. Dale's mom came over for birthday cake in the evening, followed by a few wild and crazy rounds of Red Seven. But then! We summoned all our energy and left the house after 10:00 p.m. on a bitterly cold November night. I had suggested going to a new casino/bar called the Shark Club in the afternoon to watch the Jets game, but Dale didn't seem interested. Turns out he thought I wasn't interested (why I would suggest it if I didn't want to go is unclear), so we decided to check it out after most of the kids were in bed.
When we got there, there was a line-up and we quickly realized this may not be the place for us. There was no one over the age of 25 as far as the eye could see, and no female who was wearing as many clothes as I was. We stood in line while deciding what to do, feeling very old and frumpy. There were three girls behind us who convinced us to stay, and when we got near the front of the line, I asked the bouncer if the place was suitable for people of our age. He told us there were people of all ages (not true) and let us cut to the front of the line and let us in for free. He probably didn't want us standing in line, scaring away the younger, hipper crowd.
Anyway, it all turned out fine. The casino had a few other "mature" people; Dale played blackjack until he lost his modest allotted entertainment fund, and then we went home. I might try a little harder in the birthday planning department next year. Actually, the jewel in my birthday planning was the remote car starter I surprised him with - installed and all. Blake and Kristin also contributed to the celebrations with a delicious ledis rap (as spelled by their daughter) dinner with an amazing pavlova for dessert on Sunday.
Also this weekend: SANTA!!! (as in the movie Elf). It breaks my heart not to post the picture here, especially since it may well be the last one with all three kids. There was strong opposition from the older two about going in the first place, and I was very worried about what Spencer was going to ask Santa for. He ended up asking for a sonic screwdriver and a TARDIS, which are Doctor Who-related items. In a surprising and amazing stroke of luck, turns out Santa is a Doctor Who fan who actually knew what those items were. I hope he didn't promise Spencer he'd get them.
Our Santa visit was followed by dinner at Boston Pizza, and then Chloe, Spencer and I went to see the second Hunger Games movie, Catching Fire. I didn't find it quite as intense as the first one, but we all liked it. I love Jennifer Lawrence. I think we could be friends in real life. Well, it might be more one-sided. The line between friendship and stalking can be tricky sometimes.
I've been very committed to finishing my Christmas shopping by December first, which is unprecedented. It's been my life-long goal to be done early so I can relax and enjoy December without having errands and shopping constantly in the back of my mind. I think it just might be possible this year; my only hope is that's as awesome as I've always dreamed it would be.