So, I know it’s been well over a week since last weekend happened (like, last, last weekend) but I didn’t get to tell you about my weekend then because I was having my I Can’t Seem To Write Anything week so let’s pretend it’s a week ago and I’m just sitting down to tell you about my weekend, shall we?

On that Friday night, I went to the movies with some friends so we could see Love Happens (I didn’t really care for it, but then again, I rarely like any Jennifer Aniston movies for some reason). We ended up sitting near the back of the theater, right in the middle of more 13 year old couples that I have ever seen in my life. I kept turning around during the movie to see who had worked up the nerve to hold each other’s hands and to make sure I didn’t need to go back a couple of rows to help separate anyone who’s braces had gotten locked together during that first movie theater kiss.

Here is my opinion on pre-teens going on movie dates: they should be allowed to be on their little pre-teen dates as long as the following requirements are met:

1. At least one of their parents is sitting in a row behind them in order to watch for the whole brace-face thing.

and

2. If I am in the theater with them, I should at least be on a date because, hello, they’re more than a decade younger than me.

I had to be at work early the next morning so, after putting in a couple of hours, I decided to just keep the momentum going even though I wanted to just go back home and fall asleep again. I ran errands for three hours straight before heading home. Nicholas came over to watch a couple of afternoon football games whilst I did my hair, did some laundry, etc (this was the Day of the Ill-Fated Hair Video). At one point I decided to begin reorganizing my hair supplies which required me to spread every last one of them across my kitchen table so I could take stock of what I had and organize them. Nicholas came into the kitchen on a commercial break, saw me bringing more hot rollers to the table and said “How much more could you have?” Three more armfuls, as it turned out, but thanks for asking Gosling.

Oh, and get this — Gosling still hasn’t learned about the critical moment, y’all. At one point I was walking around the house with the velcro rollers in when he said “Hey, can you take those things out so we can go run an errand?” I stopped what I was doing and, underneath my breath, said “I forgive you, Gosling, because you know not what you ask.” I mean, it isn’t his fault that no one had ever told him that you can’t just “take those things out” during the critical moment, you know?

After we made the video for y’all we went to run the errand and then it was time for one of my college roommates to arrive! Sarah ‘Beth, whom you met whilst I was in Egypt, flew in for work that week and was staying with me on Saturday night before going to a hotel for the rest of the week. We lived together during our sophomore year of college and then again for a bit of time between our junior and senior years of college. I hadn’t seen her in about a year, so we had fun catching up before Nicholas, Cate and I headed to a reunion dinner for people who went on the Egypt trip.

After the dinner ended, Nicholas, Sarah ‘Beth and I stopped by the grocery store to grab some “football snacks” because we were going to watch the GA game that night (they’re Nicholas’ team). I kind of felt bad that Nicholas was going to have to watch the game with girls, so I was all “Why don’t you invite some of your guy friends over?” and he was all HOW FAST CAN I PULL OUT MY CELL PHONE? So then those boys came over and then Cate and one of our other friends showed up and before you knew it, I’m in the kitchen with a packed house facing the challenge of my first football hosting event, something I have dreamt of for years.

Make fun of me if you want, but I’ve just always thought it would be so much fun to have a bunch of people in my house to watch football, especially if I was in charge of the food. I’ve always thought about how fun it would be to be in the kitchen while the boys are yelling at the television screen, bringing in food for them, etc. Y’all, I mean I have looked forward to it for YEARS.

Suddenly the moment was in front of me and let me just tell you — IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT. I only sat down twice during the entire game; the rest of the time I was in the kitchen making a fruit tray (side note: pineapples are very tricky little things when it comes to cutting them), baking a cake, fixing chips and salsa, etc. At halftime I brought in a platter of hot wings THAT I MADE, DO YOU SEE WHAT I JUST SAID, I MADE SOMETHING! They boys ate them while I secretly did a little dance in the kitchen because, hello, life dream achieved!!! I hosted a football party-ish type of thing AND MADE HOT WINGS.

Of course, if we’re going to be fair, I need to inform you that I also made some Bagel Bites for them that ended up black as coal. But hey, you win some, you lose some, right?