Only in my family....

Well, we had a great time last night. Even if things didn't turn out the way we had planned. (Do they ever?)
Last night was The Scottish Invasion in Arlington. It's not anything terribly official--somebody just sets up the time and the place, then sends word around to the various Scots groups in town to come eat, drink, and be merry (which usually involves more drinking, live music, and dancing). This year, the people who planned it thought they would have ~70 or 80 people show up, so they reserved an entire (rather small) restaurant to house the party. Well, DH and I got there at 7pm on the dot (the scheduled start time) and the building was already PACKED. Not a seat to be had. The restaurant was completely overwhelmed. So much for eating and drinking. And the place's poor air conditioner was also completely overwhelmed. So DH and I stood around talking to some of the Scots we know (we're dancers, so we were mostly hanging around waiting for more dancers to show up). Eventually, some dancing buddies did show up. By that time, DH and I had been in the restaurant for roughly two hours with no service, and we had actually figured out that we were never going to get service. And we had decided we weren't to wild about the food offerings anyway (Scots gathering in a Czech restaurant?.....If you say so), so we all loaded up (including the 3-month-old twins:one boy and one girl) and went for dinner at On The Border. It is always so much fun to be in a tartan'd group out in public! And we were all tartan'd (including the 3-month-old twins: one boy and one girl). I hadn't gotten to see the babies yet 'cause we don't live in DFW anymore, so I especially enjoyed getting to cuddle them.
After we left the restaurant (about 11:30 pm), I noticed a new voicemail message: my mom had called and said, "Call us before you leave town." They were visiting DFW for their anniversary and had gone to a Rangers game. So we called them back and ended up meeting them at Steak-N-Shake for milkshakes. That should tell you something about my family of origin: It is not at all unusual for DH and I to go meet my parents at an all-night diner >100 miles away from either of our houses, at Midnight. And yes, we did drive home to Waco after we left there at 12:30am. After the week that I've had, my body didn't find it too strange to be getting to bed at 2:30 am. In fact, I'm apparently so used to it that I woke up at 6:30 this morning and had to force myself to stay in bed. :-) Amazing what you can get used to when you don't have a choice.
Then, this afternoon, you might expect me to take a nap. That's certainly what DH is doing. Instead, I'm posting here for the first time in a month (finally had something I needed to say) and knitting frantically. I have a couple of projects from the distributor I knit for here, and they would like them back by August 1st. Sometimes I wish I could knit faster. (And if you'd ever seen me knit, you'd know that I'm not exactly the slowest kid in the class.)
Ah, well. Back to the grindstone. Or mohair and rosewood, as the case may be.