This weekend, the Cute Boy and I went down to Thunder Over Louisville and to visit (and meet) my Aunt S, Uncle B, and Dad.
Saturday, we hopped up to Bardstown road, walked along the shops, and visited the brewery. (Yum) At the brewery, you can get half gallons of the beer to take home in growlers. TCB already had one, so he had it refilled.
Then we were off to a cookout with AM and her friends at her fiancee's parent's house which was yummy, though we missed the beginning of the airshow with talking. Girl talking. TCB and I were both really glad to leave to get downtown and that AM was driving, since she doesn't drink.
We get downtown and we can see the carriers over the buildings from where we're hooking up with everyone else before finding a place to watch the fireworks. The girls all leave to go look at purses. I stay and drink beer with the boys.
Finally, TCB and I decide to go ahead to the river to watch the airplanes, find an ATM and find a good spot for watching the show. First 24-hour ATM we find has locked doors with next to the 24-hour sign. TCB vows to pee on it, but I suggest waiting until it's dark.
Wander down to the river, try to call AM, all circuits are busy or jammed because of the military flights, end up just the two of us underneath Joe's Crab shack, with beer, fewer people, and short bathroom lines. We meet up with them all afterwards.

Then the fun begins.

AM's not from Louisville and is quite the Kentucky Princess. We're trying to follow some guy, TCB (from Louisville) is trying to give her directions that will actually get her out of town, away from where the cops are directing traffic in circles, and AM's freaking out about the part of town we're in. Loudly. Even with the window's rolled up. Funny until I have to pee.
TCB gets out to go walk around, see where the traffic's going, asks a police officer where a bathroom might be, and is told a few blocks ahead, there's a Winn Dixie. We get out and start walking (much faster than driving) towards a non-existent store. Decide that it's useless to try and find a place that's open at midnight, so nearly go behind a building, but they have a fence.
Find a fast-food shop, but it's carry-out only and have no visible bathroom. Meanwhile, I feel like I'm pregnant I have to go so badly, and think I might try that line if we even find a closed shop with a bathroom in it.
"Excuse me, Can I use your bathroom? I'm 6 months pregnant, this baby's going to start doubling in size every week, and already it's driving me crazy."
Start walking back towards the car and see a church with down stairwells by an intersection that has an inept traffic-directing cop. Utilize the lit stairway while TCB makes a phone call and stands guard. Wander back towards the car much relieved to fin they've only moved a block and AM's still flipping out headache-inducing, high-pitched nonsense Princess-style. The kicker was when she turned off a 'guaranteed to get us out, though not quickly' street for the third time that night, called her fiancee MK (a cop) and wanted to stop at a green light until he figured out where they were. Nearly followed MK's directions, which would have put us in another standstill. Hooray for TCB giving efficient directions!

Get to her house at 1:30, 3 hours after leaving downtown, drive to Aunt S's, I make us martinis and we finish the growler with Dad. Thank goodness we'd gotten that. Oh my laws, what a night.