So last night as I was laying in bed, listening to the sound of my eardrums crackling gently to themselves, my left ear – the one that has hurt so badly I was thisclose to shoving a pencil into it just to get rid of some of the pressure oh my god – began to leak. I will say it again, just because it is so icky: my ear leaked. Ears? Are not supposed to leak. I tell you this not so that you will reevaluate your reasons for reading (although, and I am just saying, whoever came here searching for “how do lazy people get strong” is bound to find nothing but disappointment) but because it was such a novel experience. Also because I can hear now, so apparently the leakage was not comprised of vital ear lubricants. Although possibly I am missing gray matter. It’s really hard to say.
I’m sorry, did you want something more substantive than that? Okay: we’d never been to the Crystal Ballroom before (why not? I remember thinking before we even moved to Portland that I wanted to see a show there, and do I remember correctly that there have been several shows that I wanted to see, and didn’t? I am lameness, incarnate) and so weren’t prepared for the hugeness of the place. It was a veritable sea of babies, parents, balloons…
One thing I’m going to remember for next time is that dressing Happy Fun Baby like a minature raver would not be out of place at a disco for small children. He was all jeans and Trogdor onesie (which, yes, SO FREAKING COOL, but hardly unusual) while most of the children were decked out in costumes and scarves and glowing bracelets. And honestly, how many opportunities are there to dress your child like a wee little raver? More than you might think, probably, but still.
And the Crystal Ballroom was amazing. The floor? Bounces. I do not know if I can fully convey the fabulousness of the bouncing floor, but I do know that I now wish every floor I encounter has bounce. How much fun would that be? I would exercise a lot more if my living room floor were all sproingy. And yes, sproingy is the word I wanted to use there, not the more pedestrian springy. Shut up or I will ooze my ear at you.
So yes, we danced our little pants off and then put our little pants back on and danced some more. All three of us were somewhat less full of stamina than usual, given the Evil Cold of Doom that has spent the last week making mincemeat of our sinus passages, but we made a good show of it. Happy Fun Baby had a grand time (that’s him, perched on Not So’s shoulders, in the picture). He isn’t so big on the staying-in-one-place (hence the shoulders) but watching a room full of people groove to disco music definitely appealed to him. The only way it could have made him happier would be if the DJ had put on some Justin Timberlake.
Some of my mama friends were there, and I didn’t talk to them nearly as much as I wanted to – I believe I have mentioned already that I am lameness incarnate? Yes. I chatted briefly and then scuttled off to be antisocial and regretted it later, oh yes. This? Is what I do. I need to learn how to play nice with the other mamas so that I set at least some kind of good example for my kid. And I like the other mamas! I like talking to them! I just…feel all big and stupid and uninteresting when I’m around more than one person at a time.
Dude. Apparently the bit that leaked out of my brain last night was the one that dealt with cohesion, because this post is seriously out of control. Want to know what I had for breakfast, too? I go now.