Had a GREAT time with W and the boys during our weekend getaway this weekend. Friday night after checking into the resort, we went to Chili's for some late dinner (and 2-for-1 beer for me and margaritas for the fetching Mrs. Puppy!), and by the time we were done everyone was in a great mood and being silly. We took the boys back to our villa, and me and my W went for a walk by the pool and around the grounds, as it was a beautiful night. Played some ping-pong by the pool, then walked and sat on a park bench by a fountain and made-out like teenagers.
We didn't stay out long. We were hoping the boys would be tired and go to sleep quickly when we got back, as we were both feeling pretty amorous, but they seemed to get their second wind, so we just laid down on our nice king-sized bed and teased and joked while the boys were in the living room. Our door was ajar, and we were making out, and W didn't seem to mind, and this was huge because that was always a big issue with her: "WHAT IF THE KIDS SEE US????" I mean, we were only kissing anyway, but this was big, and it got even bigger as after we all went "lights out" to go to sleep, we ML oh-so-quietly in our bed while the boys were still awake in the other room.
It was really nice.
Saturday we just had a fun day playing ping-pong with the boys by the pool, and going out for some lunch, and hanging out at the villa. We drove the 90 minutes to the Yankees-Rays game (picked the wrong game to go to, as the Yanks had all their scrubs in, having already clinched, and lost. Then yesterday, they erupt for a bunch of runs, including A-Rod getting SEVEN RBIs in ONE INNING with a grand slam and a 3-run HR .... arggg!). I had a HORRIBLE sinus attack all the way there on the drive and at the game, and had to excuse myself from our PHENOMENAL seats a half-dozen times to go get more tissues, and my sneezing and nose-blowing was damned near causing a scene. I felt miserable, and I didn't want to spoil the family's good time, so I just took some walks along the stadium concourse and we otherwise had a nice time. Drove back to the resort and crashed on the Benadryl I needed to take.
Yesterday I took the boys golfing, as it was included in our weekend package, and I asked the fetching Mrs. Puppy if she'd like to ride along with us. I'd asked several times before, and she'd always declined, but the boys seemed happy when she decided to go with us this time, and it was nice. Had lunch at the turn, finished our round, and then drove back home, a little hot and sunburned but otherwise happy. S16 kicked my ass, as usual, but the course was fantastic and I played pretty well.
As a bonus, my Jags kicked the AZZES of the hated Tennessee Titans, led by Satan himself Jeff Fisher. Can't wait to see the tape-delay of the blowout.
My wife had her engagement ring and wedding ring on all weekend. So she's gone from not wearing one, saying she "didn't want to get people's hopes up," to wearing her white-gold band, to wearing her original yellow gold band and engagement ring, which she had always said "didn't match my other jewelry" the past couple of years.
We ate dinner together at her house, I hung around for awhile and watched the football game, we snuggled on the couch for a bit, and then I took the dog and went back to my house as I didn't want to overstay the "don't-be-too-available" thing.
I mean, we were only kissing anyway, but this was big, and it got even bigger as after we all went "lights out" to go to sleep, we ML oh-so-quietly in our bed while the boys were still awake in the other room.
