Operation 24 Hour Freedom

MOBB met her mother-in-law in Waxahachie yesterday afternoon to arrange the drop-off: The kids were going to spend the night in Corsicana.

We aimed to take advantage of this rare opportunity to do some "couple" things together for a while. We held out some hope that the kids would be so stellar that another night would get tacked on. No dice. Though the inlaws insist the kids have been good, by 7pm they were on the phone with MOBB, lobbying to make the pickup time an hour or so earlier.

Sigh.

Turns out it's actually going to be later than we'd originally agreed on, as the weather's bad and I will now make the drive all the way to Corsicana to pick them up.

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But we certainly did take advantage of our momentary freedom. First up: nap.

I had a fine couple hours of lying in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness. Sweeeeeet.

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At 7pm we headed to one of the Krav Maga schools for a holiday get-together. It was nice to meet some new folks, chat with students I know, meet instructors from other schools...

There were door prizes too. I won a t-shirt, though I had Kelli swap it out with another person, a guy who'd won a pink "baby doll" Krav shirt. Worked out pretty well I'd say.

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After that we stood, pretty much unnoticed, in the dark, crowded, smokey doorway of the Fox & Hound, trying to figure out if we'd ever get seated, or if we should seat ourselves or what... we gave up and hit Razzoo's.

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I like that place, actually, though I'd weigh 300 pounds if I went there regularly. Cajun cuisine isn't exactly healthy. And I hear so much good music in there! I usually have or at least recognize what they're playing.

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After dinner we went to the movies to see the new Casino Royale. I like the new Bond quite a bit, sure. He's more human in a lot of ways. Still slick and brilliant and tough, but also vulnerable to a point. The story was a little too poker-centric for me, but still, it was a fine way to spend 90 minutes or so.

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It was maybe one a.m. when we departed. To our left, three teens smarted off, unnoticed or un-cared about, at some guy leaving in front of us.

All I did was look up at them, and one said something--I don't know what--to me. I started muttering, "Don't do it, Junior, don't do it..."

MOBB said, "You got your knife?"

I said, "Yes, but I don't want to go to PRISON!"

Heh heh.

I glared at them a bit, and they did an about face to turn and watch us proceed to the van. Nothing else happened.

THIS is how shit gets started. One o'clock in the morning and some dipshit kids are at the theater on a Thursday night, desperately spewing attitude everywhere they can. Still, the intimidation factor was about a zero.

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Man this weather sucks. Ya'll have a good Friday.