Paying for the Weekend

We had a great weekend. The weather was lovely and we hosted a back yard BBQ for Chloe's playgroup and their parents. The weekend didn't get off to a good start. Matt went out of town in the week to Dallas. Yes, he went to MY hometown, the one we got moved from for his work, only to have him return on a business trip and stay at my parents' house while I was here in Jersey. Anyway, my anger causes me to digress. He was to return Friday at 6:30 p.m. but due to the high winds at Newark, the airport had to go to only one runway causing a backup and a two hour delayed take-off from Dallas. So, I bath Chloe Friday night, put her in her PJ's and pull-up, call the airline to see when Matt's flight will now arrive to be told 8:38 p.m. I load Chloe in the car with a sippy cup of milk and head out to get Matt. During the drive, I call the airline again (because I am anal) just to check the flight arrival time again. It was now 9:03 p.m. arrival. I get to the airport at 8:55 p.m. and have to cruise for 10 minutes until I can pull up to the gate to get Matt. At 9:10 p.m. I attempt to call Matt. It goes instantly to voice mail, a giveaway that he has not landed. I call the airline again. This time I am re-routed to a person because the computer tells me there is no information on this flight (yes, I had instant panic set in. Is it REALLY good for an airline to tell you that the "flight information is missing" for that flight and will transfer you to a service rep. for the information. Now tell me, what would your first thought be for a flight that has gone missing?). Mike, the rep., comes on to tell me that the flight will be arriving at 10:00 p.m. causing me to go into a tirade that they could have shared this information a little earlier and that I didn't appreciate the computer telling me that the flight information was missing on this flight. While I am telling this to Mike, my other line beeps, it's Matt. I hang up on Mike by clicking over to discover Matt's flight has landed not at Newark but at JFK. He thinks they are going to refuel and then go back in the air for the 2 minute flying time to Newark and that I should sit tight. GREAT. That's real easy to do with a toddler who has to pee in the back seat and the airport police yelling at you to keep moving and don't stop unless your picking up passengers from their bull horn.(Well, technically I was picking up a passenger, he was just at JFK right now).

So, I cruise to every New Jerseyan's favorite donut shop and get a coffee and a pee for the wee one. As I am pulling out, wondering where I should go now, Matt phones to tell me to pick him up JFK. I enter it into the GPS and thanks to the airline, Chloe and I get a tour of the parts of greater NYC that you hear about but don't ever really want to visit. We crossed the Goethals Bridge to Staten Island then back over the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge to Brooklyn, passed Coney Island, onto Long Island and JFK. It was 34 miles hike past roads and place names that I know but don't know why I know them.

In the end, we picked up Matt and arrived home at 12:35 a.m., six hours later than planned. We put an already asleep Chloe to bed and Matt updated me on his time in Big D. We got to be around 2 a.m.

Understandably, we were a dragging a but Saturday morning but we had a list of things to do. Our first objective of the weekend was to buy the needed supplies for Sunday's cook out. We planned to put on an authentic Texas-style BBQ with an assortment of smoked goodies. That meant searching for a brisket. Brisket can be easy to find in NJ, unfortunately it is Corned Beef Brisket. Say it ain't so! We went to the specialty grocer and placed an order to be picked up later that day. While at the market, Matt had the idea to grill some ribs (like he had at MY parents house in the week). I thought it was a great idea so we bought them.

We went to the bicycle store with then purpose of buying a bike rack/hitch for the SUV. We managed to tick that one of the list, and quite affordably too. We did manage to get suckered into buying one very cute little girl a pink bicycle with some pretty cool accessories. Chloe loves her bike and it gives her a reason to run around in her bike helmet. She wore is to dance in the basement and she even tried to nap in it.
While Chloe was napping I ran to the store for some other items while Matt checked out the grill and why it was no longer lighting. He discovered that the bottom had completely rotted and the gas valves had falled through rendering it useless. Since you can't have a back yard BBQ without the BBQ, we went out to buy another grill. Since we had to have the grill right then, we had to bring the grill home and assemble it. This threw a kink in our plans of grilling the ribs and we opted for sandwiches instead. The rest of the evening had me prepping for the cook out and mixing up my own special seasonings for the bratwursts, pork butt and brisket and rubbing it on and marinating all night.

Sunday was the BBQ and all had a good time. The kids played and we actually got in some adult conversation. I made a champagne sangria that rendered me unable to take photographs, so my apologies for no cute kiddie pics with gratuitous shots of some really good BBQ. Everyone was impressed with the meats and I think Matt may have convinced the 2 other Dads to purchase a big ole smoker too.

Today, I am dealing with a pile of dirty dishes, a sangria headache (as Matt and I stayed outside after all had gone home and the Chloester went to bed), a pile of laundry and a messy patio and sandbox to clean up. To add to these Monday Blues, my eyeglasses broke and cannot be repaired and I broke a nail (that one really sucks!). I'm glad we had fun because we will be paying it off for a while.