This past weekend was Shandy Cup -- which if you have known my husband for any amount of time, you know means the weekend where he and his buddies hole up in someones basement with a keg, a 6 foot sub, a giant tub of cheese puffs, 5 TV's, countless Irish car bombs, minimal amounts of personal hygiene, and watch four straight days of basketball. We volunteered to host this year, under the stipulation that Thursday and Friday nights were to be kept to a minimum as far as their loudness was concerned, and nobody was allowed upstairs past the main level of our house. We even went so far as to invite all the wives and children over for a brunch on Saturday morning, that was quite successful ifIdosaysomyself.
The gorgeous tulips Barbara & Andy brought over for the Shandy Brunch!
I'm proud to report that nobody went upstairs except for a few times to use the bathroom (which was WAY embarrassing for me because I hadn't cleaned the upstairs - nor the upstairs bathroom -- so I'm sure any visitors to the third floor gagged at my dust, dirt, and lack of vacuuming). And aside from a short stint of my brother talking in a loud Russian accent on Thursday night (which was hilarious, mind you), everyone kept the volume to a minimum, and Nick slept like a rock, even with a basement full of buddies.
That being said, Nick and I still thought it would be a good idea to retreat to my parents house on Saturday night, and give the guys a little freedom to spend their St. Patrick's Day evening in a beautiful cloud of beer drinking, yelling, and farting glory. And judging by the fact that Todd didn't answer any of my texts until Sunday morning at 9:00am, I'd say they did just that. Or else they all passed out around 8pm. I guess I'll never truly know...
Anywho -- in escaping to mom & dad's house, we were spoiled with lots of snacks, snuggling, a delicious dinner at Outback, the ability to sleep in until 10:00am (for me!) and an evening of fun at the playground! It just so happened that mid-Outback dinner, Nick decided he was finished and proceeded to tell not just our table, but the entire restaurant, that he was displeased with being in the high chair, and squealed until our ears bled. So Boss picked him up, and took him outside for a little fresh air. Which is when they happened upon a huge, awesome playground, right in the middle of Fairfax! I'd say judging by the pictures, Nick was pleased with the outcome of his mid-dinner scream-fest.
We had so much fun - and I got so much sleep! - that we're thinking about spending every weekend at Gramma & Boss' house. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't mind. And so long as Todd got to re-live Shandy Cup each weekend, I don't think he'd mind too much either!
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