Sunday nights are brutal.

And I'll be the first to admit that I don't have it nearly as bad as all of you who are reading this who have tons of homework to finish up for tomorrow. Granted I have my share of stuff to do for the work week as well -- and, as everyone else does, I wish I didn't have to return to work tomorrow.

Anyway - a recap of the weekend: Friday was actually a day at home, asleep with a fever (that I've finally shaken!) K and Av went to the zoo that morning and had a rockin' time. Saturday was a tense one for us: we were preparing for a new step in our family's life -- namely the "dropping the kid off with his grandparents overnight" maneuver.

We were a tad nervous for two reasons mostly: (a) we have grown quite attached to our kid, and we knew that, although it would be nice to have an evening without the burden of having the kid, we would miss him terribly. We also were concerned that (b) my parents, as wonderful as they may be, would, in some way, not be the "perfect" babysitters out there -- meaning, of course, that they wouldn't be carbon-copies of us, and that Av would be unhappy.

So we packed everything up, drove out to Maryland, dropped off his diapers. And his toys. Clothes. Food. Bottles. Sippy cup. Pak-n-Play. Car seat. Stroller. Oh -- and Av himself. We stuck around for a while, set everything up, and left to the sound of him crying upstairs. A lump formed in his parents' throats, but we knew that after about 90 seconds he'd be okay. Which apparently he was.

We went out that night to a wonderful Mexican restaurant that is down the street from the apartment complex where we used to live. We haven't eaten there in a while because it's simply not a conducive place to take a kid. For those of you in the DC area, the restaurant is called Guajillo and is in Rosslyn on Wilson Blvd. between Quinn and Rhodes Streets. We started coming there when we had heard that the staffers of the Mexican Embassy downtown frequent it for having some of the most authentic Mexican cuisine. Last night's visit was certainly no exception.

The other perk of the evening was our decision to park in Rosslyn and take the Metro (DC's subway) into the city. We don't take public transportation too often, mostly because it is simply less convenient and more expensive than driving into DC and parking. But with yesterday's IMF rallies and today's March for Women's Lives, we knew there would be traffic issues downtown, so we decided to Metro.

The whole point of which being that we weren't driving, so we could drink. And drink we did.

We decided to do dessert in Dupont Circle, which is the artsy epicenter of the DC area. If you're more familiar with New York City, think East Village but with more liberal Congressional lobbyists. The Circle was alive with many visitors in-town for today's rally. We could see people in their NARAL and Planned Parenthood t-shirts, wearing their buttons, carrying their signs, etc. It was quite a sight. It was also nice to feel the warmth and openness of like-minded individuals all around us, as sometimes we feel like the minorities in a bastion of conservatism.

On to the main event: we met up with friends of mine at work (Kate and Christina) to see Margaret Cho in concert and the DC Improv. Which, of course, meant more drinking! There was a good opening act (completely forgot his name), and the Margaret came on for an amazing show. First of all -- she looks fantastic. She's lost a lot of weight and was wearing this skimpy, lace thing that showed some midriff. She did a lot of material about gay rights and the current administration's oppostition. She was extremely laugh-out-loud funny. We had an amazing time.

There was a fun surprise at the end of her set: the host thanked her once again, and said there was a someone special in the audience who wanted to tell a joke. He then said: "Ladies and Gentlemen: Moby!" And a guy who looked just like Moby came up from the audience on stage.

Wait a sec... after seeing him closer and hearing him talk -- it was Moby! Both K and I had seen him come in (we were seated facing the doors), and we both had seen someone come in who looked remarkably like Michael Stipe. Turns out he was also in town for today's march, and he mentioned what a big fan he was of Margaret's. He then proceeded to make a joke about Margaret debuting her brand of malt liquor at a rally today: called "Cho Ice." (Get it?)

So we sobered up a bit and took the Metro back to Virginia. It was really nice just being the two of us, hanging all over each other (tastefully!) on the Metro platform. We could have probably passed for much younger, had it not been for K pointing out the grey hairs who were showing in my Stone-Temple-Pilotesque "soul patch." That didn't matter. We felt young. Young and slightly inebriated...

This morning: woke up early and beat the hangover! Woo hoo! Drove K to the project she was facilitating today and picked up Av. Apparently he had an amazing time at his grandparents' house! A little part of me felt disappointed that he didn't miss us as much as we wanted him to, perhaps... but there was a great deal of relief and satisfaction that everything worked out so well. Which means we can most likely do this type of thing again in the near future...

One final thought this evening: While watching "Alias" tonight, we say a promo for Friday's "20/20" with Barbara Walters. I shall paraphrase what the announcer said: "These four couples are looking to adopt. This mother is giving up her child for adoption. Join us Friday and find out who will win -- the opportunity of parenthood!"

Maybe it's just me -- but I certainly find this more indecent than a naked breast being shown for a split-second. Where's the FCC on this one?