My weekend? My weekend was great, thanks for asking.

On Friday, as I sat in the airport waiting to board the plane, I thought to myself, "Gosh, it's been a week since my niece was due, I wonder if she's already been born and no one told me." So I called my brother, and it turns out she was born just that morning ... it's still open to debate as to how long I would have had to wait till anyone called me to tell me about it.

So I'm a real aunt, not just an aunt-in-waiting. It's so weird. I'm so excited. Her name is Carly Rae and I guess everyone is just fine.

I flew in to San Antonio at 11:30 that evening, and my friend and I stayed up till 3 a.m. talking about all the big stuff. True, it was only 1 a.m. for me, but I also got up 2 hours earlier than I would have otherwise. We went country dancing Saturday night (I bought some sexy black jeans too!!), and all was well. Yesterday we spent the day walking the Riverwalk and drinking in bars (did you know that a minor can go into a bar - and drink alcohol - if their parent/s are with them?) and eating Chicago-style hot dogs.

A bit of history to explain the best line all weekend - my friend is in SA because she's going through a nasty divorce and can't afford to live in California any more. She is living with her mom, who helps out taking care of her daughter and rents her part of the house cheaper than anything she could get here in the Bay area. In any case, her daughter (the minor who did *not* get an alcoholic drink when we were in the bar) was reading over a Chinese horoscope info sheet that she got at a birthday party, and she was reading her mother's horoscope (the dragon) out loud to us. Apparently, Jen's sign is not compatible with the dog sign. Anna pipes up, "Mommy, maybe daddy is a dog!"

Maybe you had to be there, but we were rolling on the floor laughing.