Potent Potables

This Saturday I tried karaoke at Yakitori Boy here in Philly with a bunch of friends, a bunch of sake and a bunch of Sapporo beers. Needless to say, it was super fun. It was also a bit sloppy at the end. And as a testiment to my age and situation, my body decided to revolt against my decision to imbibe. I did not get out of bed until 6:00 pm on Sunday. Total waste of the day. But also kinda worth it.

Saturday night occurred right on the heels of my first parent teacher conference for Jillian. So nice juxtaposition. Oh and X asking me if we could get an annullment of our marriage. That is topic for another day, because I could rage about it for a whole post. Which I probably will, but just another fun day in my life with X.

Anyway, J is rockin' school. Not surprised. The teachers love her, she is doing "work" beyond her age even though she is the youngest in the school, she is polite and has made a ton of friends. As stupid as it sounds, because seriously, it is pre-school...and it is Montessori pre-school, so I have no idea what is going on. Apparently, J plays with a pink tower (a stack of square pink blocks) and the brown steps (a stack of brown rectangles) at the level of a 4 and a half year old. Because that means something in Montessori speak. If the teacher was like "Yesterday she recited the preamble to the constitution" I would be impressed, but blocks? Whatever. I chose to believe that J is getting on with her self directed learning self.

Apparently I was so impressed with J that the next day I decided to get drunk off my arse like a dumbass.