Don't knock it till you try it

Drunk photography, that is.

My good friend and I went out last week with a bunch of our other friends for a Girls' Night Out. It was their mission to get out and have fun. It was our mission to get out and have fun and stay out until the bars closed. Then to go back to her house (yes, we had a chauffeur) and act like assholes until 3am when we finally passed out.

You have to relive your college days every now and then, right?

In between bars while walking in a well-lit and riff-raff free alleyway, we decided to act like total morons and take some pictures. I will spare her and not post pictures of her because I know she'll read this and kill me if I do. I will humiliate myself instead.

I must say, I think my favorite would be the one next to the porta-potty, but it's too blurry. Let me just mention that we really thought these pictures would turn out to be SUPERB. We were so, so wrong.


This one's not too bad considering it's much clearer than my vision was at that point.

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.

Girls' Weekend

Last weekend I headed up to Vegas for a girls' trip full of fun and liquor and sunshine. It was a MUCH needed getaway. I got to meetup with some longtime friends, Lara and Heather, and we had such a damn good time. The two of them took their getaway from kids seriously and stayed up all night two nights in a row. I, however, had to get a little sleep, so I lamed out early and only made it to about 2am. Now I am soooo itching for another getaway that the husband and I are finalizing some vacation plans with another couple for this July. Think all inclusive, pina coladas on the beach and cabana boys to rub your feet. I am sooo gonna get me one of those cabana boys.

Here are a few pics.

Drive by blogging

Just coming back to reality after a weekend away in Santa Barbara. We went to the most gorgeous wedding ever, and of course I have no pictures because I was on a mission to have fun and big bulky cameras and beer don't mix well. I did take a picture of the mission that we could see directly across the street, however. It was so beautiful how they had it lit up at night.


My home business is coming along nicely. I'm still working on the website. I'll post it as soon as it's built.

I also thought I'd add a few pics just for no other reason than to try to be better at blogging. I apologize to my fellow bloggers whose blogs I used to read and reply on often. I am not ditching you, I'm just finding it tough to get the time. I told Jed yesterday that I need to get a job so I can sit and do nothing on the internet all day!

I'll start with the state of our yard. We're redoing the entire thing. Here is how it looked last summer.


Here's how it looks now. The girls enjoyed watching the destruction. We're in negotiations for what happens next right now. We're not quite sure what we're doing, but the plans are geting (somewhat) finalized.




Ainsley started to eat solids recently, so it takes more time for me to feed her. She is THRILLED with the process, as you can clearly see.


Here are just some random pictures...

My So-Called Life

Ahhh, I remember the days of going out late at night and staying up until the wee hours of morning. It's been too long since I've done that.

Last night I went out with my girlfriends on a whim. Just decided at 8pm that I was going to shower and meet up with them after telling them I had too much to do and couldn't come. (I hosted a shower here for very close friend of mine today and last night when I left I had about 60% of the work left to do...)

I left the house last night with no plan for when I'd come home and made no promises to my husband that I'd be back in time to feed the baby. There was milk in the fridge for her and he could deal with it this time. It was SOOOOO his turn.

I stayed out for a few hours, had a couple of drinks, talked to some old friends. I think I took this stuff for granted way back when when I had these freedoms. I never realized how freeing it is to go out for an evening and not worry about anyone but yourself. It's been much too long.

So I'm adding to my list of New Year's Resolutions. Once a month I'm going to put the girls to bed and go out and do whatever the hell I want to for a few hours. I need the escape. All those years I partied it up and never thought twice about how I might not have that freedom when I "grew up." Now I'm all grownded up and in need of a barstool and a drink and a few hours of nothing but... nothing!