{"id":1125,"date":"2016-02-19T06:05:07","date_gmt":"2016-02-19T14:05:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jajance.com\/Blog\/?p=1125"},"modified":"2016-02-18T16:37:02","modified_gmt":"2016-02-19T00:37:02","slug":"you-can-have-too-much-fun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jajance.com\/Blog\/2016\/02\/19\/you-can-have-too-much-fun\/","title":{"rendered":"You CAN Have Too Much Fun"},"content":{"rendered":"

Years ago, when we used to \u201cDo the Puyallup,\u201d one of our favorite bands was The Shop whose trademark song was \u201cYou can\u2019t have too much fun.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m here to tell you, you can. \u00a0It\u2019s Tuesday. \u00a0My body thinks it\u2019s Monday. \u00a0As for my brain? \u00a0It\u2019s out there on some other day, because we had ourselves quite a weekend.<\/span><\/p>\n

Last Thursday, several kids and grandkids flew into Vegas. \u00a0We drove from Tucson and met them there. \u00a0We stayed at the Palazzo. \u00a0On Friday two of the granddaughters had Junior Olympics gymnastic meets\u2014one at eight in the morning and the other at six that night. \u00a0They both placed 6th over-all. \u00a0Watching those girls on the bars and beam is to see a thing of beauty. \u00a0When Audrey and Celeste came into our lives through two separate orphanages in China, the idea of watching them do outstanding gymnastics performances wasn\u2019t something that crossed my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"IMG_0310\"<\/a>On Saturday, our grandson, Colt, had a Junior Bowling League Tournament. \u00a0He\u2019s ten and was in competition with kids up to age 21. \u00a0He\u2019s a handicap bowler\u2014this has something to do with math and nothing to do with a physical disability. \u00a0Please remember I\u2019m a Liberal Arts Major. \u00a0The Saturday tournament started at noon. \u00a0I figured we\u2019d be out in plenty of time to make it to Chef Ramsey Steak at the Paris Hotel. \u00a0That was erroneous thinking on my part because he made it into the semifinals. \u00a0Even then, we would have been okay, had the bowling tournament not been at Texas Station in the wilds of North Las Vegas. \u00a0Getting a cab from Texas Station is not easy. \u00a0The one we got the first day made it to the restaurant but only via a hair-raising!!! ride. \u00a0And because we were tardy to the dinner, that made getting to our 7 PM Cirque de Soleil theater performance at Bellagio a real challenge. \u00a0A hike! \u00a0A sprint! \u00a0And we made it. \u00a0All those thousands of steps Bill and I have taken in the last eight months served us in very good stead.<\/span><\/p>\n

Why Chef Ramsey Steak? \u00a0Because all the grands are Master Chef Junior fans. \u00a0Going there was our family\u2019s way of celebrating the fact that Cold Betrayal hit the NYTimes list\u2014thanks to all you readers out there who made THAT happen!<\/span><\/p>\n

On Sunday it was back to Texas Station. \u00a0This time the tournament started at 10. \u00a0A couple of hours and we\u2019re done, right? \u00a0Wrong! \u00a0Because Colt made it into first the semi-finals and finally the finals. \u00a0He finished third. \u00a0It was amazing to see him out there, cool as a cucumber, bowling with kids who were eight and nine years older than he is. <\/span><\/p>\n

Colt had his own cheering section\u2014mom, aunt and uncle, grandparents and cousins as well as a family of cousins from my first marriage\u2014people I hadn\u2019t seen in more than thirty years and people Colt had never met. \u00a0Once again, getting back to the Strip from Texas Station proved to be challenging, especially since we needed two cabs and a drunk staggered out of the casino and hijacked the first of the two cabs we ordered. The drunk got in a shoving match with a deputy on the scene and was told to get in the cab and leave or go to jail. \u00a0We had to call for another cab.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"IMG_0386\"<\/a> That evening we went to see the Blue Man Group. \u00a0They were hilarious. \u00a0Having purchased 8 tickets must have put me on the top of their list because, during the audience warmup, I was called out by name as \u201chaving a headache.\u201d \u00a0The grands will be talking about Grandma\u2019s headache cure from now on. \u00a0It\u2019ll be right up there with my being dunked during the gondola ride in Venice. \u00a0But I\u2019m not complaining. \u00a0After all, memories really are made of this.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yesterday we drove home, stopping off at the new location of my favorite Mexican restaurant in Phoenix, La Pi\u00f1ata. \u00a0It\u2019s on 7th Avenue, just north of Missouri. \u00a0It used to be at 19th and Osborne\u2014that\u2019s where it was when I first went there, but the deterioration of the neighborhood necessitated a move. \u00a0If you\u2019re in Phoenix and haven\u2019t tried it, go and tell Peter Bugarin, the owner, that I sent you. \u00a0But remember, you need to approach it from the south in the right hand lane because, as near as I can tell, no one is allowed to turn left across 7th Avenue at any time for any reason.<\/span><\/p>\n

And now we\u2019re home. \u00a0My mother used to refer to herself as an SOG with PIP\u2014a Silly Old Grandma with Pictures in Purse. \u00a0What does that make me? \u00a0An SOG with PIB\u2014pictures in blog?<\/span><\/p>\n

Now having had all that fun, we\u2019re back home and it\u2019s time to go to work. \u00a0That won\u2019t be easy.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had no idea having fun could be so much work! <\/span><\/p>\n

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