Night Watch (which my Mother-In-Law read, lent to us, along with the movie - we’ve watched the movie (pretty good), but not the book yet) is apparently out as a game for the PC (and has been, I discovered as I am writing this, out for about nine months now - the whole Night Watch thing just slipped under my radar). I thought about buying the game for my Mother-In-Law but then decided that it was not the sort of game she would like. I considered buying it for myself but then decided that I didn’t have any spare to play the games I already have let alone a new one. Perhaps I am being forced to grow up.

After my workout today I was overcome by an impromptu need for a nap, which I succumbed to without even a whiff of resistance. Unfortunately that made me late to head over to the in-laws. Our weekly get together for food and company you see. I was awoken to the fact that I was late when my wife called my cell phone, and then the home phone… “Were you sleeping?”… In my nap-haze I still thought I had forty minutes in which to maneuver when in reality I was already twenty minutes past due. I think I have a mild case of narcolepsy. Does that come with puppies or kite flying?

We headed out to dinner at the local Tex-Mex chain Ojeda’s. This had been previously decided upon in an email exchange when my Mother-In-Law advised us that the place she wanted to go to wasn’t going to open for a couple of weeks. My wife responded that she never got to go to Ojeda’s and topped it off with a “Sheesh”. I responded that we never got to go to Arby’s, and topped my reply off with a “Sheesh” too. Apparently, the addition of a “Sheesh” goes for naught if you’re not the first to respond. It might have had something to do with the fact that I made these people wait an extra fifty minutes for my nappy arse to show up before we headed out for dinner. Or perhaps its because no one else really enjoys Arby’s like I do. Still I stuffed myself with chips, salsa, and chilaquiles (with mmm-alicious lardy refried beans), washed down with a couple of Dos Equis. For a moment I considered enlisting the assistance of the waiter in rolling me back out to the car, but I am just not fond of making a scene.

Back at the in-laws we retired to the couches before our straining legs could collapse out from under us. We digested our meals and communally watched an episode of Good Eats. Alton was delighted in rattling off a long list of the many dishes for which hard loaves of bread were perfect. I of course had to advise everyone that The Girl From Empanada was a favourite song of mine. Yes, you may groan. Everyone present at the time did, so I don’t see why it should be any different for you. But I was done. That was my comedy gold for the night. So we came home.