Thank you all for your sympathetic responses to my w(h)ine-infused post.
Lesson learned: greasy pizza and a darkened movie theatre do wonders for a hangover. Who knew?!
[The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch and Aliki2006 suggested as much, but I'm sure they based that purely on anecdotal evidence. Right, ladies?]
The boys were great at the restaurant. At least I think they were. They were sitting across the room from us, and although we did hear the occasional roaring laughter and saw a few boys run around a bit - evidently sneaking lollipops is still popular with the pre-teen crowd - we sat so far away from them, we were able to enjoy our meal in peace. It was quite civilized, really (though I'm not sure if the people sitting immediately next to our boys would agree. Alas).
Then onwards to the movie theatre. Again we were sitting behind the boys, in the last row in the theatre. The chairs were huge and comfy (better be at $17 dollars a ticket), and even though I had to stop a couple of the boys from throwing popcorn at fellow moviegoers, overall, things went very smoothly indeed. I was even able to close my eyes for a bit.
Even better, when the movie was done, all the parents were waiting outside to pick up their respective offspring. No straggler parent making us wait for hours with their stranded kidlet (good thing, too, as it was wet and miserable).
But best of all, Christopher was thrilled with his day and that his friends all showed up for his party.
So now we're getting ready for his actual birthday tomorrow. It will be a low-key affair, with just my family joining us for dinner. On the menu are crepes, and only crepes. Birthday boy's choice, of course!
And completely non-alcoholic.