This afternoon I worked a kindergarten graduation party. It was a blast! As always, I touched base with the mom who organized the whole thing earlier this week. She was very sweet and asked that I get the teachers involved at some point. Toward the end of my show I usually do one or two musical games, so today I decided to have the teachers and some of the moms do a hula hoop contest. I called all the women up without telling them what I had planned up my sleeve and then sprung it on them. The kids loved it and so did the women. The whole party went so smoothly. I love it when things work out that way!
Today is Cinco de Mayo so I was in the mood for a margarita with dinner. We went to Chili's. (Yeah, I know. Chili's is not Mexican and the food isn't anything to write home about. But that's where we decided to go.) While my margarita was fine I was a bit disappointed because they normally serve it in a big fancy glass, but today they served it in the same type of glass they serve tap beer in. That's like serving a martini in a water glass. Blah. I could understand if the restaurant was packed and they ran out of glasses. But we got there very early, before the dinner rush. It was a bit annoying. I'm not a big drinker, but when I do have a drink I like it to be served properly.
Onto other topics...my husband is our building captain and he's on the board of directors of our condo association. Several years ago a nutty woman in our building was giving him a hard time about something that he is not responsible for. The few times that she called and I answered she was extremely rude to me and among other things, she called me a "concubine". I was actually rather amused by that term. She used it totally out of context. She said it the same way one might use all manner of obscene language and terminology. I don't think she knows what the definition of the word is. She refused to acknowledge me as his wife. (I kept my maiden name and I think she is incapable of understanding that it is possible for two people to be married and have different last names.)
I asked my guy, "Hey if I'm your concubine, what does that make you?" He replied, with a rather cute and sarcastic grin, "Your pimp?" We had a good laugh over that one. So while she said it intending it to be the worst kind of epithet, I decided to interpret it as a title I felt could be naughty in a very fun sort of way.
I bumped into the nutty lady in our lobby this evening on my way up. (I should reiterate that the last time she called me names, heck the last time I spoke to her was 2-3 years go.) I thought to myself, "Oh geeze, I have to share the elevator with her. Bummer." When she got out on her floor she turned to me and apologized. I was rather surprised. She acknowledged that she had been very rude to me. She had been going through a rough time in her life back then and she was sorry for what she said. I, blabbermouth that I am, was actually struck speechless. I accepted her apology. The apology was a kind gesture.
All in all I had a pretty good day.
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