Friday night: Watched "Cinderella Man" courtesy Netflix with HDH. Discovered HDH ate my secret ice cream stash and berated him the rest of the movie. Ass.

Saturday: HDH saw the cover of the new People Magazine that says something about Brad Pitt wanting to adopt Jolie's kids. He says, "That doesn't surprise me. He's not the one with the dick in that relationship". We intended on eating out at nice place. Asked friends to join us. One couldn't get off work in time, so we found another place. They called back and suggested another place affiliated with the new aquarium in town. Last time that happens. HDH got sick yesterday from something he ate there. (But, I had some wine and martini - you could given me a box of hair and I would have been happy)

Sunday: Hosted a party for interviewing residents here. Temporary coordinator (now gone) gave some the wrong time, so three showed up a half an hour after the party was over and as we were getting ready to leave for another party. One had to run after the taxi. Felt bad. Then we attended the annual Christmas party for the department. They've downgraded it from a big bash at a local historic hotel to a very modest party at convention site (and by that, I mean a room at an Athletic Club - bah). They've switched bands and although these folks are better, there's just not as much energy in the room. Four or five of the tables were open last night and not all the tables were full. Apparently, it cost $100 a couple. I'm not sure for what. I spent the better part of the evening bantering with HDH's colleague about the validity of this (we both agreed not) as the buffet was "modest at best". I danced with the Dept. Chairman to "Hot, Hot, Hot" ... and we were the only ones out there. The band let a 2 minute drum solo go and we just had nothing to do but keep pretending there was SOME beat to dance to.

And then we old people came home. HDH is feeling a bit better and I have a cold. HDToddler is gearing up for another day of kicking my ass. I see it in his little Toddler eyes.