The Journey to here.: A day in the sun

My Husband and I decided to have a date and go out for a drink well maybe 3-4. Great evening sitting at Boston Pizza watching UFC eating wings drinking beer, I actually didn't pay much attention to UFC but the people and action around me was my entertainment. There was the fat guy and the redneck funny that every time there was a fighter on that was overweight the the fat guy always had a taunting remark about how slow or hard it was for him to move around. Then the group of guys that are happily drunk and getting whip lash every time a hot server would walk by, Then the other couple newly dating and very awkward not to mention both speaking a different language and using broken English as their common language. Then the family (random) with a 10 year old kid sitting directly behind us asking very awkward questions.

I know when you think of a romantic date UFC fight night doesn't come to mind but sometime you just need to what the other wants to do and compromise. I mean how romantic is is seeing two guys throw them selves around the ring in very tight short with very ripped bodies and getting all sweaty. Okay maybe it wasn't that bad to watch.

After this exciting part we went to a local dive bar down the street and drank with the locals had the bartender buy us drinks for me inventing a new name for vodka and ginger ale a dirty Doug and a bitch after getting everyone into a roar of laughter I had gained the respect and attention of the bartender a old 80s skier and a young whistler local and we spend over and hour swaping whistler skiing and life stories.

Then it was time to stumble home and pay the baby sitter and pass out cold satisfied from a fun night out, no regrets... until 6 am when Hunter awakes....... I open one eye, then the other, moan roll over, pass off the getting out of bed to my husband who also moans and groans all the way to bottle making and baby waking. I just cant do it as much as I try I cant get up oh god Hangovers and children don't mix why oh why. Groan Groan okay gotta get up its only fair I get up and stumble down stairs and sit down on the couch and then slowly make my way to laying down and my eyes are way to heavy, cant stay awake, I am useless for another hour or two. Thank god for great Husbands who get up with the kids and make breakfast. The least I could do is go get up now and go to the beach with the family and you know what I am happy did because the sun was shinning, the kids were so happy to play in the sand while to dog dug up lost toys. what a perfect day that started a little ruff around the edges. I love watching the kids working on sandy projects getting all dirty and using their imaginations.I love watching Hunter toddle around defining his new skill of walking. I love sitting in the hot sun and playing ball with my boys while overlooking the mountains and water. ahhhhh. I think well maybe I can get though handovers and end up with a great day but I am not making a habit of it.

some photos from today: