Wish the weekend had lasted longer. Wish my brother and sister-in-law didn’t have to leave already. Wish I saw them more than once every two years. Sigh. But I had a good time this weekend. Friday I got home from work and Evan, Jennifer, Jenny, and Rob were sitting in their rental car in front of my house. They had been sitting there for an hour. Their excuse was that Jenny didn’t set her clock back an hour (from DC time) and though I said I’d be home by 6, they got there at 5. I really can’t believe that would happen, though. Not that Jenny would neglect to change her watch, but that Evan and Jennifer (and Rob) wouldn’t have caught it. Unbelieveable. Anyway, we hung out at my house for a bit. George came over, I introduced him to Evan and Jennifer, we all went to the pub to wait for the ferry. Took it across to eat at Pat O’Briens on the river, but it was closed. So we went to Cafe Maspero. Yum. Cheap. Good. Window-shopped a bit, then took the ferry back. Stopped by pub again, then we all (except George) piled into the rental, drove to the house where our Great-Aunt Sis used to live. We spent many (boring) childhood Saturdays there. We reminisced. Aunt Sis used to give us each a dollar when we left, which was always the most exciting part of our visit.
After that, we drove to Baton Rouge. Jennifer rode with me, we had nice girly talk. Then hung out for a bit with my mom, then went to sleep. Next day I ran some errands, helped get ready for the crawfish boil. Lots of people there. George came. Ate crawfish, hung out, relaxed, visited, etc, etc. Ate way too much yummy food. Was very full. Went to sleep after watching funny 80s show on VH-1. Evan kept singing along to the theme song.
Yesterday we took my mom to brunch. Nothing too exciting. We went to the mall afterwards, wandered around a bit. I bought my mom a ring for Mother’s Day. Evan hid from us and called me on my cell phone. “I’m in the garbage can…” It was funny. Well, you probably had to be there. Hung out for a bit after that, had burgers for dinner, went back to New Orleans. Sigh. Wish the weekend could have lasted longer. Wish Evan and Jennifer didn’t live so far away. I see Jenny and Rob relatively often, and I’ll definitely see them again in October, if not sooner, for the marathon, so it’s not as sad to leave them.
My mom gave me my dad’s wedding band. I’m wearing it on my middle finger. I am disgusted to note that it fits. My dad had large hands. So perhaps my middle finger is slightly larger than my ring finger, therefore my hands must be slightly smaller than his, but still. I have man hands!