The last few days have been busy, busy, busy. Social engagements galore - and add in a furious addiction to watching every last episode of Season Three of Weeds - keeping me up past midnight every night. (I love that Weeds. Love.)
On Wednesday, I rushed home from work, got the kiddies settled and gussied myself up to attend a fundraiser for Carvings for a Cause. Our BFF's Diane and Scott are visiting from Oregon and joined us and our friends Christine and Dylan to eat, drink, be merry, and oh, well give back to the greater good right? Diane and I lucked out when we discovered a martini tasting bar buried in a back room of the festivities. They scantily clad vodka babes were making free assorted martinis in teeny weeny martini glasses for the guests. I promptly poured out my giant glass of wine, gave them my LARGE empty glass, smiled sweetly and requested a quadruple cosmo. The tasting martini ladies endured Diane and I's request for "cosmo samplers" the first time kindly. The second time, somewhat politely. The third time, they were not pleased.
Diane and I were pleased. We were extremely pleased. So pleased, in fact, we decided it was a great idea to be the ONLY people bustin' a groove on the dance floor. The hubbies pretended they didn't know us.
I admit to leaving for work on Thursday with a slight, icky hangover brought on by the indulgence. As I was walking from the parking garage, shielding my eyes from the early morning glare, a coworker stops me to exclaim she saw me on the news this morning at some fundraising thing. It was an innocuous crowd shot, thank goodness. As long as it wasn't a shot of us dancing. Anything but the dancing.
After the boys were in bed Thursday night, we headed out to meet Di and Scott for dinner. And Friday morning, we got all six kids together for some play. The adults engaged in our own play - knocking back some drag out wii boxing.
Friday afternoon, Chris and I met up to buy patio furniture. ( Hurray! BBQ and outdoor dining for everyone!) I hit Wegmans with Brennan and Griffin, while he took Aidan to whoville soccer. We met up at home to get the boys in bed. Chris met some of his buddies out for a drink and I settled in to finish up my marathon of Weeds.
And I am done. Season three in all its glory. But like any good addict, I am twitching with the force of my addiction - knowing that we don't have Showtime and Season 4 has only just begun. It will be a year until I have any more Weeds action.
On the plus side, at least now I can get some sleep.
Today - the sun is back and we will hit the pool. I am thrilled to have a few empty days to fill up with nothing, nothing and some more nothing. Nothing is the whole purpose of summer. Hurray for Nothing.
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