We finished dinner and decided to head out to the local trampoline street fighting scene. We arrived in a packed room and found space next to a recently retired couple right up next to the studio-apartment sized brightly colored trampoline. The somewhat ungoverned fighting was in full swing. I noticed it wasn't terribly violent - lots of pushing and yanking and what appeared to be synchronized tumbling. There was some unrest among the crowd and I saw my friend Anni take the trampoline as "The Engine". I tried to wave hello but she didn't see me, she was busy taking down every comer, one after another. Then she got bored and ceded the spot to some other anxious fighter. She wore a leotard exactly like the one Kate wears to gymnastics class. We pushed our way through the crowd to find her with Ben, her husband, seated on a couch and drinking a latte. Ben was not in a leotard.
We chatted for awhile and then Jeremiah looked at me and said "we should get home, we left the kids there alone". We DID? Why did we do that?!? Then I remembered, oh yeah, we'd just tucked them into bed and admired their snoozing sweetness. I collected my shoes, which I'd kicked off at some point and noticed that I had one of Kate's shoes, too. We rushed passed the trampoline, taking only the briefest moment to jump on it, and past the jazz band, down the stairs of what appeared to be David & Susan's old brownstone in Brooklyn, and directly into our house. At one point I thought I'd lost Kate's shoe, but I found it again when I entered the girls' room. They were there, sleeping peacefully. Whew. Next time we'll take the monitor with us.