Monday is my dad's 80th birthday. I'm rather vexed that my work has asked me to travel to a very UNglamorous city for an even MORE unglamorous all-day meeting. I call it our divisional group hug. But without the hugging. And with more animosity and rolling eyes. Good times, that.
Normally, I would blow off said unglamorous work trip for my dad's much more important birthday. However, I haven't traveled for work in over 9 months. Thanks to the fun of watching my marriage dissolve and working on my divorce. So I can't really blow this one off. I've blown off quite a few pretty important work trips since I took my new position in April (the same day I uncovered all the lies). SO away I go on Sunday. Which is another thing. I hate flying on Sunday. I never work on Sundays. But again, I'm in a bit of a political pinch. I figure God is ok with this. Otherwise, he would have blown a winning lottery ticket into my house.
So tonight, I'm taking my parents out to a pretty nice steak house. Dad loves a good steak. The trick will be to get him to order like he wants to and not like he thinks my WALLET wants him to.
Tomorrow, my sister & bro-in-law are coming up. Dad wants basically a turkey dinner - with stuffing and the whole bit. Whatever an 80 yr old man wants? You give it to him. So tomorrow, I will eat well again! I will head to my work gathering looking about 20 lbs heavier, I'm sure.
So wherever you are, wish my dad a happy birthday in your head. I'm sure he'll pick up on the vibes!
Edited 11:29pm -
Wooooo-EE! Let me tell you, that place rocks. I just ROLLED in from hanging at my parents house - post meat fest. Dad, mom & I all had prime rib. Oh yah baby. That's the stuff. And dad loved it. The atmosphere of that place rocks and we had a wonderful (and adorable) waiter. And since I was paying, he got a good tip.