Monday, March 25, 2013

Impromptu Day Drunk

On Saturday, I went to breakfast with my sister while we waited for K to get out of a work meeting. We decided it would be a good day for a breakfast beer, and so the first went down at noon.

Around 1pm, I sent him a text asking how the meeting was.

Good, he said, about a half hour more. So we paid our bill and left the restaurant.

I got another text that said "just ordered another pitcher; might be a bit longer."

Great. What now? we had time to kill. Seestar and I wandered over to a nearby bar, partly scoping out locations for her bachelorette party which is coming up at the end of April.

We sat down at the bar and ordered two beers.

Suddenly... the Michigan State game came on. Game over.

Six hours later, we had some hugs, lots of laughs, some drunken slurring and some much needed quality sister time in the midst of her wedding planning craziness.

K emerged from his meeting around 5pm. The three of us looked at each other. we had errands to run and grown up things to do, but none of that mattered anymore. We left our cars in the parking garage, prayed we didn't get tickets (K even called the police station to responsibly inquire whether we might. They said no.) and caught a cab back to Seestar's apartment, where her loving and unsuspecting fiancee welcomed us with open arms and a case of beer.

We drank for 11 straight hours that day, and had the time of our lives. I can't remember the last time we threw caution to the wind, relaxed and just enjoyed ourselves. Let's just say that when I woke up the next morning, I had gone on an iTunes binge and purchased "Born to Make You Happy" by Britney, among others.

Monday, March 4, 2013


I'm not a mother. Not yet, anyways. Unless you count chasing three cats around the house. But when I AM a mother, you can count on me not posting obnoxious photos of my offspring on Facebook.

Yesterday, I was on the FB, perusing the goings on of people I haven't spoken to in ten years, when I came across a photo post of a friend's newly potty trained daughter... in front of a toilet.

Really? Call me a bitch, but is that totally necessary? It's cool to be proud of your kids and brag about them and post thousands of pieces of photographic evidence that you can, indeed, reproduce. But the toilet backdrop? A little much.

I think we get the jist of your parental capstones without the visuals.

I'm 29. I guess my maternal instinct should kick in at some point. But I would really like to think I'll have better sense than to post photos of my kids in the bathroom.

Okay, I said I'd LIKE TO THINK. I'm not making any promises.