Last night, I went here. And I met these peoples…

Bossy

Kristin from Well-Read Hostess (e or i? I should have asked)

Ruth, from Lemonade and quesedillas Kidneys

Rachel , from My Life as a SAHM( I already knew her, not fair)

Lauren from Dream Kitchen(I know her already, too)

Heather (Must. Find. Blog!)

Simply NutMeg from, well, Simply Nutmeg

Kelly from a Child is Born

The New Girl (and her equally cute sister)

and the one, the only, ADORABLE GIRLFRIEND.

And we had a rip-roaring good time. It was, in a word, sweeeeeeeet. Loud but sweet. And my high score? 43. YO GO GIRL!!!!

Srsly. I don’t get out much. But I am glad I did. It was fun, the place was super-cool and it was nice to go into the city like a grown-up, especially since the Husband, he is Metrophobic and Internetsphobic and OMGWTFYOUARELEAVINGMEWITHTHEKIDSFORAWHOPPINGHOUR phobic. He even called to check on me to make sure I wasn’t dead in an alley or lost in the “wrong” part of town (and I was about a mile away when he called, so no worries. Although I did make one teensy little wrong turn and we ended up getting out of the city in a slightly different manner from which we came. Because I went the wrong way on Spring Garden because I got turned around, even though I have this thing called a compass on my car that tells me which direction to go, and E means East and the river is East and that’s where I had to go. Never mind the fact that I spent the evening bragging about what an awesome sense of direction I have and I never get lost.)

The highlight of my evening? When I got my thumb caught in a child’s size ball, because the other balls were too big for me (that sounds wrong, doesn’t it?). I nearly cried, I was laughing so hard. See, that’s such a DG thing to do, get a finger caught. It’s either that or lock myself out of a vehicle running with kids belted inside, with the house door locked so I can’t get my spare set of keys and I have to go bang on a neighbor’s door to summon my brother or dad or neighbor (who has a key for this reason!).

The worst part of my evening? The end. No really. I was tired, knew I had to get up with kids in a few hours, but I still didn’t want it to end. Oh. And the other worst part was when I had to pay $2 for the privilege of getting money from an ATM in the city. So I technically bought my own money. Which sucks. Blood-sucking bastitches.

Oh, and to answer Lauren’s question. What am I on, and can I give her some?  Nope.  Can’t do it. This is me, naturally.  I cannot stop moving.  It’s like the energizer bunny, really. I just keep on going. And going. And going.  And those of me who know me well are all, “YEAH!  SHE NEVER STOPS!”  And then I wonder where my kids get it. Hmmmm…I wonder.