Man, what a night last night! A friend of ours had a delima yesterday and off I ran to help her out. In the end, I wound up with all her kids staying the night over at our house. After finally getting all the kids down for the night, hubby and I had a couple of drinks and watched a movie.
Around midnight the phone rang and low and behold it was my friend, toasted!!! She had another friend at her house and they were absolutely hullarious to talk too then she chims in "You really should get over here ~ we are watching one of your favorite men ~ Patrick"!!! Hubby didn't want me to drive that late especially after drinking so he agreed to run me over there and come pick me up later....Nothing like getting the hormones a jumping that three drunk women watching Patrick take off his clothes :biggrin.
We decided ahhh what the hell we live in a big city, surely there are some strip a grams that could provide us with some entertainment and began our search through the huge Ft. Worth phone book. However, we were shot down, because for some strange reason at 2:30 in the morning, strip a grams don't like to send out their male strippers *humpf* the gaul of them *sniffle*.......
Well several hours later, lots of alcohol later, TONS of laughs later ~ Hubby came and picked me up and brought me back home. Of course I had to call T at work and give her the run down of all the funny events that transipred since she was the only one awake at that Gawd awful hour.
Eventually I made it to bed around 5 a.m. this morning only to be awaken from my drunken slumber by 5 kids around 9'ish. I soon discovered two things.....I still felt like I was drunk and by mid afternoon we didn't have enough advil in the house to ease my pounding head!!! Couldn't drink enough ice water and definately did not obtain enough sleep to get me through this day and night.
My friend stopped by later today to pick up some stuff her kids left behind and I was happy to see that she herself was not back to normal herself :smile. We both decided yet again, we are wayyyyyyy too old for pulling these type stunts.
It is early for me, but my goodness, I'm going to crawl in bed read the rest of my John Grisham novel and drift off to blistful sleepful wonder!!!
MY INNER CHILD IS A SASSY LITTLE BITCH TOO
ouchie.... I don't let that happen too often anymore either, just can't take the day after so very well.
WIld stuff! The wife and I rarely take part in that kind of fun anymore. Most of our friends have minivans now, the kids to fill them, and the boring lives to justify them.
The Main St. Arts Festival was OK. Weather was perfect, but we felt a lot like cattle, moving slowly by all the booths. Guess you don't realize how many people with strollers are at such an event until you're pushing one yourself. And we saw about 100 dogs there!
Believe it or not T-Bone, I have a minivan also and kids and baseball gear and toys to fill it to the top. I constantly gripe about the mess they leave in my van. We went to the Arts Festival last year when my parents were in town and felt the same way with little Ms. Prissy and her stroller. My dogs would not adjust well to such a large gather ~ well my lab would, but the other two would be more happy trying to bite other's and more importantly take on any dogs that tempted their pallets.....
Well, nice to know you had some fun. Yes indeed, always great to share some good times with friends while having a few...or should that be too many!!??