Dinner and a show

Four kids, four adults, small tables and slow-ass service.... The entertainment factor of watching the four adults try to keep control of said kids as well as their own patience as they wait endlessly to be fed... fighting the urge to reach out and choke the ever living shit out of the waitress whom we are sure is starving us on purpose to fulfill some sick sadistic impulse.

Just got home from dinner at Chili's... It is very close to stateside Chili's, but it is missing the crucial awesome blossom thing. Good dinner, great company, as we went with the Watsons.
Last night I got flowers from my husband- red and yellow roses. They are damn pretty, if I do say so myself...
It was a late night, as I was drinking something that looked rather innocuous, but ended up kicking my ass a little bit. No hangover, so i didn't over indulge. Except at dinner. Heidi and I went out for Mexican food only to fill ourselves so sickly full on chips and dip, as to hardly touch our entrees. Good times. The guys went out for a going away party, and Kevin seems to be suffering a little from it today. he had a good time though. Always good for the men folk to go out ad be men folk, and let us women folk be women.
You know those girl's nights when you can freely talk about the trials of motherhood... those evenings when girls can chat about periods and acne and cramps and child birth without the men rolling their eyes and looking for a desperate escape from the uncomfortable topic at hand. We also get to sit around and talk mostly about the men... we compare notes and roll OUR eyes at the stupid shit they do, in a way we can't when they are around. It is an age old tradition of women through the millennia, and it is great fun.
I have come to regret as of late that we didn't get to know Scott and Heidi better, sooner. They will be leaving here next year, and as all military families do, we will have to start over making friends with new people.... and that can be a bit of a crap shoot, as you never know if you are going to end up with a great set of friends to have dinner with and drink beers together; or a couple you avoid like the plague and make nice with only at the "mandated" holiday functions. It has that uncertainty type of apprehension to it, and it sucks...
At least we have them here for now, and I can delude myself now in the bliss of the friends we have thus far made, ignoring the impending departure they will make in the spring.