Sunsets and sneak-aways, sponsored by Grandma

The sun's going down over a cold lake and the living room walls are all orange and crisscrossed with shadows. Grandma is hanging out for the night and sponsoring a "night out" for June and I, if we can get out the door. Our plan was to get Zo to sleep and then sneak out the back door with our fingers crossed. Once the Zedder is down she's typically down. The rule has been if you can get through the first fifteen minutes then you're set...but not tonight. Zo's working on her third wake up in a little over an hour and the "night out" is slowly slipping away. We'll manage it. We have faith.

Now we just need to figure out what we'll do on a Sunday night at 9 pm without a baby as an extra appendage?

A late dinner out?

A movie?

Drinking copious amounts of white russians while bowling in stanky rented shoes, scooping up as much swine flu virus from communal balls...bowling balls?

Escape the country and head straight for Rudy's Bar & Grill on West 41st and 6th?

Get stupid drunk in a dive bar watching the Cavs-Magic game?

Find a fake sushi restaurant and eat bad California rolls made by a Korean guy?

We'll figure it out.