While my husband is content just to have a night out, perfectly pleased with good company and good food, I can’t help but to obsess over the details. (Shocking. I KNOW.)
Me: “Hey, Brian, walk behind me. Can you see my Spanx?”
Me: “Are you sure?” I continued forward.
Brian: “I don’t see anything.”
Me: “Even through the slit in the back when I’m walking?”
(Don’t give me grief about the Spanx, mmmkay? I refuse to defend myself on this matter.)
Given the fact that we were on a date, I took a little longer than usual getting ready, applying a touch more eye makeup, a touch more shimmer and a touch more “smellies.” Unfortunately, my face rejected the extra effort and before we had even arrived, I looked like I had been taking a little too much advantage of the open bar.
Me: “Brian, do my eyes still look red?”
Brian: “Yeah. You’ve got to stop doing those drugs.”
Me: “I knowwwwwww.”
My darling husband endured not only this, but countless teeth checks (Teeth Face story here) through our delightful evening at the Connor Cures Inaugural Gala and Silent Auction at the Mayflower Hotel in Washington D.C. this past Saturday night. In spite of the cocktail attire, I was still Square Piece, tucking in people’s tags, insisting on sharing my shawl with a chilly guest, offering hair advice to the curious and acting as a seeing-eye guide to a woman who was too vain to wear her glasses and consequently couldn’t find her table. (She has my utmost understanding.)
It was fascinating to see the array of items on auction (each with their own eye-catching display). There was everything from autographed sports gear and game tickets to a week’s stay at a private residence in Ireland! No matter your interests – spa & beauty? art, food or experiences? – there was something enticing for everyone! When I was outbid on a basket of homemade body products, I didn’t mind in the least being that it all was going for a wonderful cause.
When it came to dinner, my meat-and-potatoes husband timidly started on the salad before him. Eventually he leaned over and asked me if he had just been eating raw tuna. Tickled, I informed him that, no, what he was eating was marinated pear. Until that point, he had been convincing himself that he must really like sashimi. 😉 He he he…
Somewhere on my distorted SD card is a gorgeous picture of the two of us on the red carpet, eyes alert and jackets hung up… The world may never see. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only person with a camera that night!
It wasn’t until the next morning that I even noticed what Sly Louise and her husband, Jerry, had been up to once they put Bennett to sleep. As my eyes settled onto the magnet-flecked fridge, I realized that a little note had been left behind:
Mwa ha ha! No hurry, Louise! Too busy soaking up and breathing in this little guy named Bennett!
For those of you who attempted to make a donation to Connor Cures after yesterday’s Part 1 post, thank you for notifying me that the link wasn’t working. It has since been fixed! September (A.K.A. Pediatric Cancer Awareness Month) isn’t over yet! There’s still time to fully fund this pediatric medical trial! Skip your Starbucks and make a donation here!