I am worn out this morning. We had a social, busy weekend full of fun nights out, but two nights of wine, parties and late nights makes for a grumpy mom on a Monday morning.
We spent Saturday at a neighbor's house for a birthday dinner party. They put out an amazing spread of food - stuffed tenderloin, crab cakes, lobster tail and wine, oh so much wine. I knew I had consumed quite a few glasses, but I never could have guessed that six people could manage 11 bottles of wine in four hours. That's a whole lot more fun that I bargained for when the kids were up at 6 am, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Sunday was a long day.
At the end of that long day, we had to pretty ourselves up again for our annual foray to Ryan Miller's Catwalk for Charity which supports Roswell Park Cancer Institute. Good food, open bar, and lots of auction items galore.
After bidding wars, and a whole lot of bidding management and encouragement by now bidder professionals, our friends PJ and Danielle, it looks like our group of friends' children will be enjoying a pizza party with Ryan Miller, after which the moms will enjoy dinner cooked for them by Paul Gaustad. (Oh he's so dreamy! Sigh.)
I just keep telling myself the money we spent on these things all go to a good cause, right? Yep. Sure.
Chris also got pulled up on stage during the festivities to receive an award for his work and support of Ryan's foundation. Our hooting and hollering from the audience was a fine example of how proud we all were of him.
After all the excitement this weekend, my couch, fleece pjs and a dvr full of mindless television is looking pretty decadent for a Monday night. I am obviously not used to so much fun packed in two short days. I am not as much fun as I pretend to be.
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