Saturday, August 1, 2009

This has nothing to do with riding actual trains...

Thursday I was all set to go to a monthly meeting that is my routine... in fact, I did go to the meeting, but I was the only one to show. Turns out, I had the wrong date. So I called a good friend who was visiting from out of town to see if she could meet me for a glass of wine. YES! She could and she did! One glass of wine turned into 6. Well, three each. They were generous pours as the owner is an old friend. If you get the chance and your are a Tally person, it's a great place. It's called Lee's Wine Bar. If you click the link, you'll be able to read aaaaaall about it ~ A Visit To Lee's Wine Bar

Anyway, so we went there and got nice and toasty. The odd thing is that it's been for EVER since I've been "out", but I don't remember ever feeling just really good and relaxed without feeling the other feelings of "Oh God, I'm tanked... I didn't mean to do that!" I guess that's what pacing yourself and drinking GOOD wine will do. So grown up! My friend and I had a great time, we caught up on each other's lives, and had some really good laughs~ That sounded wrong... We were laughing with each other not at each other.. :-) I did remember why I all but stopped drinking. It wasn't the shinannigans I tend to get into at the time... it's the next morning. Ugh. Being hungover, no matter how slightly, with a child that wakes at the ass crack of dawn is just indescribable.

Earlier in the week, the hub told me that Friday (the morning after serious shinanniganery) we were taking a short road trip to Thomasville GA, to visit a special toy store, a music store and ride a train. Oh goodie! A train ride. Just what a slightly hung over mommy needs. Gallons of caffeine, a Chickfile sandwich, a salad, and a train ride! Perfect. It wasn't till we were almost there that I discovered that there was no train in Thomasville. We were not going to ride the train. We were going to the special toy store to PLAY with said store's 3 elaborate Thomas Tank Engine set ups and look around at all the wooden toys. I was very disappointed about that. I was looking forward to that train ride. Dammit!

I did rediscover Thomasville though, and that was sweet. It is really an oversized version of monticello and a wee bit more upscale. The streets and buildings looked very familiar. We got a couple of really fine Cafe Americanas. (Espresso for wimps) and biscotti. I meandered around while Harley and his dad played and played and played with trains et al. The only way it could have been better is if I acually had money to spend. I blew my wad the night before though, so I was under serious "purchase restriction"... only caffeine and fatty foods to snap me out of my hangover were accaptable under the restriction, clause a, paragraph2- item 3.5c. And so it was, a funny sunny Friday, with no train ride, but still lots of fun and discovery.

9 comments:

Steph said...

That all sounds like so much fun!

Petit fleur said...

It really was. I wish I had more time to really recount all the funny little instances and work them in, but alas... I have very little time to do that because of the way my brain works. (see March 22 entry for details about that one!) Post name PTSD VS ADHD.

Have a great weekend!

May said...

Sounds like a great time with the boys! How was the reading last night? Who was the author?

Petit fleur said...

Hey May,

Thanks.

The reading was great! Really really funny. I think you'd have loved it. I thought of you.

The author is Robert Olen Butler. He is sort of a strange cat, but damn, is he funny.

Ms. Moon said...

I love Thomasville.

Lady Lemon said...

Sounds like a good time, minus the hangover. Caffeine and fatty foods really do work wonders, though. Or a little shmoke, heh heh.

Petit fleur said...

So glad you're back MM. Yea, I like it too. Maybe we could go sometime.

LL--Right as usual. I never have tried the shmoke remedy, but I've heard good things about it. It's on my list for next time! (Because I've stopped promising myself and God that there won't BE a next time.)

Lady Lemon said...

Yes, after enough times of promising "the morning after" promise, you eventually give up on it and realize there is no helping some things. Hangovers happen.

You really must try that remedy next time. It is my personal favorite. Beats the hell out of attempting "hair of the dog". Ugh.

Oh, and I sent you a reply to the email you sent me last week. I'm slow like that!

Zengoof said...

clause a, paragraph2- item 3.5d: Surrender to the fact that "trips with the boys" are much like a ride on an old steam train: you don't have any control about where you're going or when (if) your going to get there...and it's likely to be a bumpy ride.