Bob Weottababyeetsaboy
// May 11th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // Journal
This past weekend had its ups and downs, but ended up being pretty dope for the most part. Got up early-ish on Saturday to walk the dog with Krystle down the street, as we’re wont to do on warm mornings. On the way back down the street, we waved to our roommates driving by in the opposite direction and proceeded home only to find out that the front door (which we had left unlocked) was now dead-bolted and we were both keyless. Shit. Luckily, Krys had her cell-phone; but attempts to contact them lead straight to voicemail. Double shit. So, we lounged outside on the front stoop with Connor panting up a storm, waiting for them to realize they had a message and double back to let us back in the house. After about 40 minutes went by, I somehow managed to get in touch with one of them using Krystle’s phone only to find out that they were now in Maryland and of the mindset that one of the back kitchen windows might be unlocked… Back to square one, we went around the back of the house and I managed to pop out a screen from the aforementioned back window only to find that it was locked up tight. Triple shit. At this point, Krystle’s phone was almost out of juice; I was wearing pajamas, unkempt, and getting pissed off; and Connor was panting harder, wondering why we weren’t letting him in the house to get some water. Krys called up her sister to ask her husband, Evan, if he had any ideas on busting into the house. When Evan asked if we had any credit cards, a light bulb went off in my head and I went into the open garage to grab some tools and have a MacGyver moment. Using a pair of garden shears and a recordable CD I had lying around, I spent about 5 minutes prising back the weather-stripping on the kitchen’s back door and jamming the CD in until the door finally unlatched. What a damn morning.
The rest of the day was much more relaxing. After doing some obligatory chores, we drove out to Alexandria to eat at a restaurant called Rustico to celebrate a friend’s birthday party. Although it was kind of a bitch to find the place, I ordered a smooth oatmeal stout and thoroughly enjoyed some fancy-pants macaroni & cheese dish they served up. Kind of pricey, but the food was definitely top-notch.
The following day, we got up early and drove out to Ashburn for a spur-of-the-moment sonogram we had registered on the previous Friday. We’re still a full month out from our official, level-two sonogram (where we potentially find out the gender), so we said fuck it and dropped a little money on a sono that’s specifically geared towards determining the gender. They ushered us into a room that housed a patient bed in one corner and a veritable movie theater in the other. The sono output is streamed to monitors embedded in the walls every few feet in addition to a giant projector in the ceiling which throws the picture onto an entire wall in the corner. Pretty swank. At any rate, the doctor spent all of five minutes looking at the picture until the baby finally flashed some wang. That’s right, it’s official – we’re having a boy! I really can’t explain the emotions I was feeling when I saw that picture, but I was was damn proud that I was going to have a son. At any rate, it was a perfect Mother’s Day present for all mothers / grandmothers involved and was definitely worth the coin we dropped on it.
