Oy, family! My family that is.

Actually, they didn't bother me too much tonight, I guess that's because I was too busy dealing with a cranky toddler and a screaming 3 month-old.

Tomorrow is my sister's 50th birthday, so someone had the idea to go out to dinner at the 99 to celebrate. Maybe it's just me, but if those closest to me took me to the 99 for my 50th birthday-any birthday for that matter-I'd be pissed. But, I am spoiled I guess. To me, the 99 is one and a half steps above McDonald's. However, it is kid friendly, or at least I thought it was.

OK, I could be a touch paranoid, but I swear the people in the booth across from us were glaring at me while Eli was screaming. They had 2 kids with them, probably 5 and 6 years-old and well behaved. Hmph, I guess they were never tired, cranky infants! I wanted to scream, "what the fuck are you looking at, haven't you ever seen a crying baby?" but I refrained and instead got all paranoid and uptight and stressed...AND there wasn't a decent wine on the list so I was going at this straight sober!

I vaguely remember eating. I guess it was alright, certainly no Capital Grille. Eli was practically inconsolable, which rarely happens, and Maya was just tired and demanding of attention. At least I didn't have to listen to anyone, and thus no one annoyed me. Although, I did hear my fair share of "Pugsley" thrown around. A pre-pubescent nickname I will, apparently, never live down.

I also fear we under paid our share of the bill, which just gives them something else to bitch about, as if they can't find plenty of other things wrong with me.

Maybe I am just being paranoid? Nah! After all, is it paranoia if people are actually talking about you?