Nothing to See Here…

Happy New Year, dear blog peeps!  It’s 2007.

It’s also near dinnertime here on January 1st and I’m still in my jammies.  I love jammies.  Jammies rock.  I’m totally waiting for the jammie pants thing to go completely mainstream so I can wear jammie pants to work much like my college daughter wears them to school.  I’m all over it.

So, guess what?  Last night, I went out!  Without kids!  To party!  With GROWN-UPS!!!

Did I sufficiently convey my excitement in that last bit there?  Do you need MORE exclamation marks?!?!?!?!?!

Usually, Bill and I stay home with the kiddies and fight to stay awake until midnight.  Oh, it’s always a lovely night - good food, good movies, much fun.  Banging pots and pans on the porch at midnight, kissing and hugging and then going promptly to bed.

But this year, there was an invitation to a friends house.  We accepted and met there with four other couples and copious amounts of alcohol.  There were cards and dice and games and music and food and laughter, and did I mention alcohol?  Oh. My. God. I had so much fun. 

I think I drank about a dozen or so of the jello shots (dude brought a cooler of 100 shots!) and I met several people I didn’t know before and they were so much fun!  It was a drinkin’, smokin’, cussin’, loud and lewd crowd of people and I felt SO right at home.  haha 

We played Catch Phrase and then a dice game and a lot of poker.  Every 15 minutes, dude who brought the jello shots would say “It’s TIME again!  Time for a shot!  I’ll have a blue one.  Or an orange one.  Or a red one.  Or a PINK one.”  (Trust me, it was funny if you were up on jello shots like I was.)  And just like college kids do, we made a big pyramid of our empty plastic shot cups.  And took pictures!

Speaking of pictures, I wore this black lacy low-cut top and was showing everyone my cleavage.  I even let Cindy take a picture of it.  I not only let her take a picture, but I used my arms to smoosh them together to create the illusion of Enhanced Cleavage.  I think it might be the best picture I’ve ever had taken.  Or maybe I was just seeing it through my jello-goggles.  Who knows. 

Around twelve-thirty-twelve (I know I said this wasn’t about children, but when you ask my 2 year old what time it is, she always answers “twelve-thirty-twelve”.) my tummy started fighting back and I nudged Bill and said “Can we leave or are you willing to clean it up if I puke here?”  We left.  The bed was very spinny and yet I managed to fall asleep without puking. 

And now it’s 2007.  My resolution is to have MORE nights like that because, yeah, I got friends in low places where the whisky drowns and the beer chases my blues away.  And I’ll be okay.  Now, I’m not big on social graces.  Guess I’ll hang out more with those FRIENDLY FACES.  Yeah, I got friends… in low places!

I can’t think of any better place to have friends than in low places because, damn, I felt right at home with those people!  Let’s raise our glasses to having friends, and even better if your friends are in the same place as you are, be that low or high or in-between!

Happy New Year, y’all!