My First Father’s Day

(Sunday’s post, on Monday.)

So I’ve had my first Father’s Day now.

On Saturday, we moved houses. After the chaos of the move (and a subsequent flood since the guy who delivered our washing machine didn’t put the drain hose into the wall), Ann took me to BJ’s Brewhouse for an early Father’s Day dinner. The food and beer were excellent as always, although the service was off a little (possibly due to the size of the crowds). I had spinach-stuffed mushrooms for an appetizer, a ribeye with a Caesar salad and horseradish mashed potatoes, and a HopStorm beer. (HopStorm, incidentally, is very hoppy but it brings other flavors along for the ride. For those of you who don’t like IPAs, stay away. For those of you who want your hops so prevalent that your cheeks touch on first sip and your throat stays dry for a day, it’s a letdown. For those of you who, like me, enjoy hops but also appreciate complex flavor, it’s a must-buy.)

Sunday, we “slept in” a bit. I put that in quotes because to me, sleeping in implies that you get up when there are FOUR numbers on the clock, but Sage disagrees with me. I spent a while unpacking boxes in an attempt to organize our kitchen, and we had what was either a late breakfast or an early lunch. When Sage needed to eat again at about half past noon, we had been discussing making a run to the grocery store. I lay down on the couch to wait for Sage to finish eating.

I woke up two hours later, with Sage also asleep on the couch. (We have a very large couch. Two adults can sleep on it easily without feeling crowded. It’s deep enough that there is NO worry about Sage falling off, even if she weren’t swaddled up tight. She’s not rolling consistently yet.) Ann had taken the time to get some work done while we napped. (What a wife!)

Before we went grocery shopping, Ann told me that my Father’s Day gift was in three parts. One part was an amp — I’ve had a second-hand electric bass for a few years now but no amp. The second part was a trip on the “Beer Bus” — we apparently have a company that does tours of a few different breweries in town, with samples and the opportunity to buy/fill growlers on the way. I’m SO looking forward to scheduling this! The third part, she hadn’t bought yet.

She bought it at the grocery store — a turkey fryer. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love fried turkey, but that’s not what I’m going to use it for. You see, it turns out that a turkey fryer doubles as equipment for home brewing.

Guys: on our tenth anniversary, she bought me an XBox 360 (plus some games) and some bourbon, whiskey, and scotch. For my first Father’s Day, she bought me beer-making equipment, beer tourism, and rock and roll. My wife wins at the game of “wife.”

For dinner — her first dinner cooked in the new house — she made me Swedish-ish meatballs on egg noodles, and a side of buttery, salty steamed zucchini, and we had angel food cake for dessert.

I got to rock Sage to sleep to finish out my day.

Best birthday Christmas Father’s day ever. I mean, seriously.

And as I told Sage yesterday, the best part of my first Father’s Day?

That I get to celebrate it.

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One Response to My First Father’s Day

  1. sinwi says:

    Congrats on your first Father’s Day! Even if Ann hadn’t rocked on the gift giving, it would have been the best day ever. Especially since you got to nap w/ your little girl. 🙂

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