They just don't make them like they used to...
Friday night Girls' Nights Out, that is.
I was so relieved last Friday to go out to dinner/drinking with some of my oldest and bestest friends. I never used to plan my Friday nights a month in advance, but, due to obvious needy little offsprings (is that a word?) consuming my life at the moment, these things must be planned ahead of time to allow for me to work up my tolerance to alcohol and, oh yeah, to also make sure I have a babysitter (also known as daddy needs to come home from work early and quickly get debriefed on how much food to dole out, how many diaper changes should occur -- the bare minimum of course, and how long time outs should last).
The night was great fun, but the highlight of the events that occured was when my friend, who was the birthday girl for the night, called me the next morning to tell me she'd woken up where she had passed out -- in a sitting position in front of the TV... with a hamburger resting on her chest.
Ahhh yes, they just don't make Friday nights like they used to. Or maybe I don't make them like I used to.
I was so relieved last Friday to go out to dinner/drinking with some of my oldest and bestest friends. I never used to plan my Friday nights a month in advance, but, due to obvious needy little offsprings (is that a word?) consuming my life at the moment, these things must be planned ahead of time to allow for me to work up my tolerance to alcohol and, oh yeah, to also make sure I have a babysitter (also known as daddy needs to come home from work early and quickly get debriefed on how much food to dole out, how many diaper changes should occur -- the bare minimum of course, and how long time outs should last).
The night was great fun, but the highlight of the events that occured was when my friend, who was the birthday girl for the night, called me the next morning to tell me she'd woken up where she had passed out -- in a sitting position in front of the TV... with a hamburger resting on her chest.
Ahhh yes, they just don't make Friday nights like they used to. Or maybe I don't make them like I used to.
Labels: alcohol, random unimportant nonsense
posted by allison at 5:37 PM
2 Comments:
At 7:48 PM,
SarahRachel said…
I totally hear you on that. The biggest and hardest change for me on my nights out is that I used to be able to sleep it off in the morning. Now, the baby doesn't give an eff whether or not I was out drinking the night before. Boo.
At 10:24 PM,
Anna said…
haha!! Too true!
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