It was an eventful week-end. We had a gig at The Hollywood Casino in West Virginia on Saturday night. It was the most surreal St. Patrick’s Day of my life. I had only ever been to a casino (on a cruise ship, though) once in my life, so it was a new experience for me. I expected to be on a theater-style stage in a room off to the side. I did not expect to be performing on a stage in an open space with a view of the slots, and scantily dressed dancers grooving on the bar. Not that I have a huge problem with this, but I was unprepared – as, I am sure were the dancers when they had to dance seductively to our opening traditional Irish drinking song set. They looked as uncomfortable grinding to The Moonshiner as I was watching them attempt it – and I have seen some interesting bar dancing in my day (though the dancers in the past have all been fully clothed). I thought I had masked my “fish-out-of-water” daze at least while I was on stage – but after watching the footage a friend shot of our performance, I can see that was not the case. I feel badly about it, too.
Anyway, while I was entranced by half-dressed Go-Go Girls & the flashing lights and pings of the slot machines, the kids were having a grand old time with my parents. Yum Yums even slept for them! He fell asleep on my dad’s chest & transitioned to my mom’s lap and then to the crib with no problems! I shall now refer to my parents as The Baby Whisperers. (hooray!!)
The next day, we’re all hanging out & The Noodle asks if he could play on my parents’ Wii. There was a minor problem with the power supply, my dad takes care of it, and we’re off and running! Almost literally. We don’t have a Wii at home, so this is all very novel to me. I’m watching the kids try Tennis, and well, I wanted to try, too! The Muffin spanked me. It was a little embarrassing, especially considering as it was all new to her, too. I comforted myself by noting that she was really just flailing wildly & it was beginners luck. Then she beat me again. Then my mom decided to try, too (she *says* she’s barely attempted the tennis). She destroyed me. Then The Noodle beat me, too. Whatever. At least I was having a good time. Jeff was having a good time watching me get slammed, too. So was my Dad.
The next day, sorry to say, my arms were sore. I wouldn’t figure it out.
“Wow,” I thought, “I wonder if I’m getting a cold or something. I’m so sore!”
Later: “I wonder if I’m just exhausted…”
Then finally: “Sweet baby peas! It was the Wii!!! I’m a total wimp!”
I laughed at myself, then called and left a message for my parents, so they could laugh at me, too.