|Hmmm. do I think I'm going to prom?|
Saturday night was a girl's night in honor of our departure for Denver. I invited my best girlfriends for cocktails at an Oakland lounge. We met early and I told my husband that I would return early, after all, we are a bunch of old gals now. I dressed up, wearing a strapless black dress I had recently purchased at my favorite consignment store. I knew I was likely overdressed, but figured, what the hell, when do I ever get to get really dolled up? We aren't invited to weddings anymore. Heck, I think I'm done with all the baby showers too, that is how stinking old I'm getting!
|Me and Tamara!|
|The whole gang|
That was when I started to feel...ill. And not just a little ill. A whole heck of a lot ill. At first I tried to push it away. I couldn't get sick one hour into my limo ride! Had I really had that much to drink?
Apparently however much I had, coupled with the driving limo was in fact...too much. I had to go home. There was no choice. Over-served, underfed, and too damn old. As soon as we got in front of my house I exited the beautiful limo, my friend Mindy helping me to the door, when I just couldn't help myself and barfed up four glasses of red wine on the pavement. WOW. What am I 20? No! I'm too damn old for this. In the old days, I might have laughed it off, but that night I felt just plain foolish. I'm a grown mama of three kids, what the heck am I doing puking in public?
And seeing as I am so ancient my hangover lasted not one, but two days. I don't bounce back like I used to.
In the end, I feel incredibly lucky to have the kind of friends who would plan such an amazing evening for me, and even luckier that they love me even when I'm making a complete and utter fool of myself.
Love you ladies, so very much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
|Friends like these are rare. xoxox|
|Another amazing lady.|
|Check out the matching purple cast!|