My Hot Date

We got a babysitter  last night so Ryan could take me out on the town.  I picked up our trusty babysitter from the high school at 5 and brought her home.  When I arrived, the girls started squealing with joy.  But it wasn't mommy coming back that brought the squeals- it was the babysitter.

I grabbed my coat, Ryan made sure he had his wallet, and we climbed in the minivan.  We grabbed a foot long sandwich from Subway and headed for the real venue of our date.

The high school.

No, wait.  It gets better.  It's freshman orientation.

We walked through the crowds of 8th graders (and their parents) to the teacher's lounge to eat our Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki sandwich.  Oh, and the two bananas we brought from home too.  If the ambiance of a pop machine and two copy machines wasn't enough, Ryan's colleagues coming in to make copies and exchanging witty repartee sealed the deal. 

This date is awesome.  I'm feeling like a 5th wheel on my own date.

Then Ryan got his assignment.  He's in a Spanish-speaking room.  This is getting even better.

(Good thing I brought a book in my purse.)

So I sat at the teacher's desk in the back of the room so I could witness Freshman Orientation in all it's glory.  (Too bad I couldn't even understand it.)  Every once in a great while there would be a word I'd recognise.  7 years in this town has rubbed off on me a little.

Orientation was running longer than we had a babysitter, so I left Ryan at the high school, picked up the babysitter and all the kids, took the babysitter home and then picked up Ryan.

This is the life.

(FYI- this was better than other nights this week.  Friday is the only night this week that Ryan doesn't have a meeting, so the girls and I have been spending a lot of quality time together.)