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Family, General, Life

How I came to be eating dinner at midnight

07.26.10 | Comment?

We went to the Astros game tonight. They played the Cubs. $10 got you a hot dog, a soda, chips, and the ticket. Well I don’t eat that stuff. So I didn’t get the deal; my ticket was $12, but Zoe got in free with it, so we all won, and there’s not a bad seat in Minute Maid Park. I brought along my study materials, and since it was raining, my cute new golashes got to come, and the roof was closed, so I didn’t sweat. Joel got to share his enthusiasm with a very adorable Zoe who ate up the attention and cheered for both teams. Later that night she became significantly unattractive in many ways, but we’ll not harp on that. Though we might. I’d recommend an evening at the ball park as fun and inexpensive IF you don’t stay the whole time with your tantrum throwing toddler AND you eat dinner first, as ball park food will in fact kill you. Those of you who know me are aware of my intense moderate disdain for sports, especially on tv, but I can handle live events in small doses. I was studying anyway. That is when I wasn’t captivated by the morbidly obese man’s devouring of an impressively decorated chili cheese footlong, or the family with four children posing with their one hundred dollars times four helmet ice creams for a picture, or the family with six children under five, whose only peculiarity was their sheer number – it made my head spin. Well, and the Girl. But she shares my DNA so what’re you gonna do.

There had been no time for dinner before we left, as we decided at the last minute to go, but I was super hungry. It smelled like the State Fair of Texas and I wanted it all. After rationalizing that my muffin top finally seems to have shrunk just recently, I decided there would be little harm in sharing some fries with the fam. One hundred dollars later, I had some fries. Zoe and Joel ate 98% of them I think, though Zoe used them only as a vessel for ketchup, which she would drink if I weren’t so disgusted by it.

Joel had gotten Zoe some pink cotton candy (-I know-) and later some ice cream in a pink helmet as a bribe so he could see the whole game. It was something we all were excited about, as we have fond memories of helmet ice cream in our youth. In an unfortunate turn of evens, the concessionaires had exhausted their pink strawberry ice cream supply by the 7th inning. Zoe balked and grumbled and squnched up her face and refused to eat the inferior treat, thus the whole experience was soured. Until we sat down, and things were looking up for the helmet ice cream. She ate a few bites, managing to drip vanilla Blue Bell and chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles all over her Dad, perhaps in some twisted attempt at retribution for buying the one hundred dollar ice cream that was NOT pink. She remembered it was not pink in between each bite, and finally decided that yes, it WAS horrible that the ice cream was not pink, and no, it was NOT fixed by the pinkness of its bowl, the helmet. Couple that with the fact that the playground to which she was ushered during a span of short attention was also temporarily closed, and her report when we got in the car to go home was, “Mama, I had a bad day.” She did get pushed today at school in my presence. I shamed little Jeffrey for pushing at all, and a girl at that. He seemed to feel no remorse. So I’ll grant that parts of her day did not go her way, but we’ll be working on her attitude.

We all were exhausted by the time we got home, and Zoe fell asleep shortly after. Finally I could assuage my growling barely-lunch-no-dinner-barely-snack tummy with a delicious concoction of Texas peaches (the very, very best – I thank my generous grandparents for introducing me to their magic early and often), frozen blueberries, rice puffins, and coconut milk yogurt. It is a lovely midnight dinner.

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