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Saturday: The hurtle! - Elf M. Sternberg
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Saturday: The hurtle!
It was Saturday, around 10:00am, when lisakit called to ask us if we wanted to go out to pancake breakfast with her and her roommate. "Sorry," I said. "We're already in downtown. We just dropped Kouryou-chan off at acting class, and now we're heading back down to the Montessori school for the monthly volunteer shift with the groundskeepers."

"It's Saturday!" Lisa said. "You guys are way too busy."

Anyway, yes, we went and did the monthly maintenance thing at Kouryou-chan's school. Gutters, weeds, watering, sweeping the whole usual deal. Lots of friendly faces; it's always nice to meet other parents who are out to help the school as well. Yamaraashi-chan was great all day, either helping or staying out of the way and playing with her Nintendo or reading a book. She rode with me when I went to fetch lunch.

We fetched Kouryou-chan from acting class, and when we got home around 3:00pm, Omaha said she didn't feel well and wanted to go lie down. She woke with a terrible cough and sore throat. Damn.

Omaha had arranged for the girls to spend some overnight time with friends so that she and I could go and be adults. It looked as if that was not going to happen. I still drove the girls up to their friends' house, and went home. Omaha insisted that she wasn't going to let go of our one chance every few weeks to go out, so we went.

We went to the Fisherman's Restaurant on Pier 57, which has a gorgeous view of the water, and with the $20 entertainment card we'd bought from Yamaraashi-chan's school as a fundraiser knocked $25 off the outrageous cost of the "Crab feast for 2," which, as it turned out, Omaha's stomach was not going to take. Pity that. The food was fabulous and there was too much of it for two, but Omaha's illness just kept her from enjoying it.

As we walked around the pier, we noticed that it was prom night. Lots of beautiful young women in prom dresses, all accompanied by young monkeys. Omaha said, "They are not monkeys!"

"Sure they are," I said. "All boys go through this. There's this period after puberty where they're beautiful young men, then they go through this monkey stage, and then they're handsome full-grown men. It's just kinda sad that there's this ritual we force on them where they have to wear a tacky tuxedo right when most of them are at the most ridiculous stage of monkeyhood. I'm pretty sure I looked just as monkeyish at my prom as they do now."

Omaha commented that one guy in an old pickup was staring at me and my kilt. She put her arm protectively around me and said, "I wish I'd thought to say something when he was looking. Like 'He's mine, you can't have him!'"

We went to the Cinerama to watch Iron Man (review later), and got home around 2. Considering that I had to be up at 8 to get the kids, we both went straight to bed.

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