As I’ve stated numerous times, I’m a big fan of working hard and playing hard. So after 9+ months of working hard… I have spent the last two weeks reaping the benefits.
I didn’t say I was klassy.
Up first was girls’ night out. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about leaving Evan for a night of fun and partying with my girls – but Dan insisted that I do it and while it was REALLY hard to leave him (and dude, the pumping SUCKED), I’m really glad I spent a night out.
It was much needed. I somehow managed to get less sleep than when staying at home with my infant, so needless to say I was freaking exhausted the next day. It was worth it though and I’m really glad we are making this a yearly tradition.
We ate, and ate, and ate… and drank… and did I mention the eating?
Stop looking at my boobs.
We also hung out with Jackie and Katy (who I haven’t seen since my baby sprinkle in APRIL!) and just had fun.
The bad news is that I got full too soon (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE??) and I didn’t get to experience everything. Next year (and there will be a next year!) that WILL NOT HAPPEN.
At the beginning of the night I paid $25 for a key to a door. If that key unlocked the door I would have won 150 bottles of wine. (the best part is that this $25 was for the kids, man)
And now you’re looking at my ass.
Unfortunately, I didn’t win. BUT the guy behind me did. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? Ugh. So close. Kinda.
And that’s how I ended my night. And my partying.
I have to admit – partying is pretty lame when you get tired at 10pm and have the tolerance of 16 year old (umm, not that I drank when I was 16 – for real), but I’m glad my friends put up with me because I had a lot of fun and got to be “myself” again for just a short while.
And obviously, I needed it.