An end to a great evening

Last night...typical Saturday night.......They boyz had their plans and I had my own. One thing we share is that we always have dinner together on Saturday and Sunday night. That might seem weird to most people who work normal jobs. I, however, own my own Caffe` and I am a caterer. So, nights and weekends are spent either catering or helping with kid stuff (gee, how hard can it be....18 1/2 and 16 1/2.) Still, they need their mamma's help on some stuff. During the week, I either bring leftovers (special of the day) home from the Caffe`, or better yet, I want someone to wait on me so I either order in or my sweetie takes me out to dinner.

He needs to get away as much as I. He's divorced and has recently moved back home to help care for his very sick mother. All of the sibblings share in this effort. She's dying of a very horrible disease that sometimes makes one question one's belief that there really is a God. Because, my God, any way, would not let someone suffer so needlessly. It's horrible and so stressful for everyone involved. On the positive, she obviously was a great mom to her kids. They must love her dearly and she must have done something so very right because they are all sharing in her care. They all have put their lives either on hold or altered to care for this poor, sweet woman. Wow, I could have never have said the same thing about my soon to be ex-mother-in law. She WAS and IS Satan. Lou Gherig's (?) is an awful, nasty, just cruel disease.

But anyway, Italian Girl made Gumbo!!!!! OOOOOHHHHHHH and it was good. First time I have ever made the stuff. I have only been to the "South" once and that was North Carolina. It was very pretty but I seriously don't know if I could live in the South because, well, it's just different than what I am used to. But, that is to each his own.

The reasons for Gumbo............
1) It's not Italian and that is what I basically eat 24/7 (same concept though, can any one say a soupy risotto?)
2) It's good and I have always wanted to go to New Orleans
3) my sweetie is an African-American man that grew up on the stuff and his mom can no longer cook and I have a knack for picking men who can not even boil water....or according to him, CAN cook..(yeah, right) but feel intimidated by my ability to cook......(whatever, cop-out) and, I might add, my ex-husband has the monopoly on that line........

But, it was great and soooo completely relaxing. We decided that after dinner and after the boyz settled into their plans, we would go see a blues band. Great idea. Sweetie and I share many things in common. Our families come first and foremost over anything. We both work very hard (workoholics) and enjoy the same kind of music and ideals. Neither of us have ever been involved in an "inter-racial" relationship. We just found eachother and have been joined at the hip since. I might add, we also share the same personality........that can be good, and to my surpise has, or it can be bad. But, weird, it's been VERY good.

We had a great time as usual. We danced, we danced, but mostly we people watched. We both are always watching people. Actually, I should have put that in my profile under hobbies. I people watch, intently. It's almost an obsession. I seriously believe if you watch and analyze thoroughly, you can figure out someone's story. Or, at the very least, get some significant clues. One thing that I will give my ex-husband on HOW I contributed to the demise of our marriage. He hated my analytical skills and people watching obsession. And in my line of work, you have to have an ability to read people's thoughts and emotions because, most of the time, their body language or lack of words are actually louder and more recognizable that what they say or what their , I can't make up my mind, does say.

The Blues Club that we frequent ( I should enlighten my readers and clue them in that we met there) is filled with many, many stories. Or, to put it bluntly, filled with dysfunction. I was never a frequent patron of this club. Periodically, I would go with, at one time, my ex. After we separrated, once in a blue moon, with a few of my trusted girl friends. But, it was not high on my list due to the fact, that many of the people there are high on something. I wish I could say life, but I can't. More of a chemically induced high rather than a natural high........fragment, right? It's not an English class.........a blog. Rants.

After a wonderful night of dancing, laughing, being with each other in an adult setting, senza (Italian=without) boyz, we left to go home and just cuddle. When boyz are around, that is what we do......just cuddle or in sweetie terms, I really have to name him, "Hug up". I want my boys to grow into men and not have the notion or belief that women are play things. He wants to show the boys he only has the utmost respect for their mamma. So, no loud groans or noises coming from the opposite end of the house tonight. Older boy child is at home fighting with his dim witted, long distance, girl friend........get rid of her already, not good enough for you....crazy...... and another story in itself.

We start heading towards my car. I just bought a new car with some of the proceeds from the sale of some inheritted property. Again, another story. I love my new car. Black, shiny, sporty and fully loaded, leather etc..........fragment, for those checking.

Some random guy was standing in front of my car which I noticed immediately as he happened to notice me noticing him. How convenient for him that I happened to get some mascara in my eye and had to quit sweetie's and my quick approach to his standing and looking at my car. Well, he won. I am fishing black mascara out of my eye to give him enough time to get into his......mind you..........BMW and speed away.....senza getting his plate #.

Idiot! Backed into my car, put a nice scratch in my shiny, black car, and sped off..........Funny thing, he had about three hundred empty parking spaces in front of him. Absolutely no one!!!!!!

Reading is a treasured skill!!!!! It helps one diferentiate between the basic labeling of R Vs. D.........laymen's term........Reverse Vs. Drive. But if one was not high some chemical (alcohol included and weed) one could figure that out. Again, dysfunctional and now I have a nice scrape and cannot claim it on my insurance due to dedutible issues. One of the negative joys of having boyz............you get a higher deductible in order to afford the insurrance premiums.

Oh well, life is good. No one was hurt and I get to be with my sweetie tomorrow.