Last night I went out! And I survived!
After about ten minutes of feeling totally disconnected and out of place in the bar - I got over it. I am happy to report that I enjoyed two Hoegaardens (sp?) and NO cigarettes. Though by the smell of it my clothes smoked quite a bit.
It was important to me to celebrate Jen's birthday and it was good for me to get out, despite my hemming and hawing. I got to socialize with friends who I don't see enough anymore - though I talked their childless ears off about childbirth of all things. And I am sure I should never have referenced my breasts so much or mentioned my urethra. But what can I say? I speak my mind.
Of course the night was made possible by the wonderfulness of husband Mark and best friend Patrice. She brought her whole clan (husband Sean, 12yo son Trent and baby Bella) to our place to hang with Mark and Noah while we went out to paint the town. So what do two new fathers, a preteen boy and two infants do when moms are out? Watch American Idol! Happily Noah was a good predictable boy and stayed asleep the whole time I was out. Well done!
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I didn't get to hear about the urethra. I always miss the good parts.
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