NYC review

 So we get into NYC with few problems, and after a bus ride we’re at the Disney Store and meet up with Jon. After a bit of shopping we start walking around looking for a place to eat.

Little Joe was fast asleep by this point and went as far as to sleep through a long cavalcade of jackhammering  that stretched a whole city block.  I look down and he’s still sleeping.

Sure, he can sleep through this but I can’t flush my toilet at home without him waking up.

Bah.

We were in a sense wandering for a bit before finding a brewhouse.

We ordered bison burgers all the way around and a beer sampler which Nina and I shared.

I took most of the dark beers which she dislikes and had an occasional sip of some light beers.

I made an advance decision to order a 24 oz oatmeal stout beer and when i had the sampler version (5 oz) I was pleasantly surprised.

So I had grabbed little Joe so Nina could eat her meal and I basically finished off my fries and then the server sets the deliciously dark beverage before me, it’s frothy espresso brown content speaking to me in a near religious fashion. I look to Nina, then to Jon and then….

I feel wet.

Oatmeal Stout beer stains everything.

I look down and I have oatmeal stout ALL over myself. My legs, my sweater, my crotch, my sneakers and H2 even got some on his right pajama leg. Apparently H2 wanted the beer more than I did.

I was just in shock as I shifted myself away from the table and just blindly handed H2 to Nina and silently skulked to the bathroom in search of a hand dryer. Honestly they should have an extension on these things for just these occasions.

When I get back though it was as if everything was ok, so much so the server who saw the whole catastrophe happen got me a fresh oatmeal stout, free of charge.

Once we get out of the restaurant we bid Jon goodbye and we march from 55th to Penn Station (34th?) and manuever through the masses of faceless strangers.

We got there at 6:40pm and waited for the 7:15 train which was early (?!?!) and arrived and was boarding at 7:00pm. Fuckin’ weird.

The train ride home was trying as little Joe was tired, sweaty and midride, somewhere around Bethpage station dropped a warm lump of his appreciation in his diaper while sitting atop my knee.

Baby poop is hot.

No, not that way…

Anyhow, when we finally reached Ronkonkoma station it was like beggars reaching sanctuary in the middle ages and so we trekked home, Nina at the wheel while I sat in the uncomfortable residue of spilt beer, city sweat and the chains of my own fatigue.

Oh did I mention that morning I decided to hit the gym and work my legs and calves?

Good job rocket!

Anyhow we get home, Nina asks me which part of Joe’s bed clean up I want, so I said let me take care of the diaper and keep him entertained. What neither of us rememebered was that the clean items in the dishwasher hadn’t been put away. Therefore none of the breakfast dishes had been set in there either. So after much bitterness and saying I always get the easy work we had Joe in the sink.

Being tired and stinky I wanted to shower, Nina couldn’t help but bring up the dirty clothes, and two other chores which she thought I had forgotten about. Fight ensues as I planned on taking all the dirty laundry upstairs upon finishing my shower and bringing it all down, as well as the other items.

No one feels good about doing anything when they are smelly and tired folks.

So, we ended up making up last night and went to bed. She sulked saying she really did want to make love that night but honestly I just know she’s saying that since she knows I can’t act on it since she has work the next day and she’s tired to boot.

Whatever.

I shouldn’t have to beg to make love to my wife.
Making love isn’t evil, it isn’t a one sided act where only one person gets something.
Beyond this, not to sound full of myself, I am pretty good at it folks, it isn’t like I don’t reciprocate the flavor and she isn’t twistin’ in the sheets.

Blah.

But sometimes I feel like this is how it’s going to be forever.

I balk about not having sex, she complains that is all I ask for.

Dammnit if you deny me 100% of the time when will we make love? Honestly what the FUCK am I doing wrong?