It is no secret that children siphon your brian cells while they incubate. I used to have a pretty decent brain and then I donated my brain to children. Some of us at our reunion were discussing if moms ever recover from mom-nesia? I can safely say that I went from 2 post partum brain cells down to one now. No 38 year old should get completely hammered 2 nights in a row. It defies all logic and the laws of nature.
I am pressing the final one to it's full capacity in order to capture my insanity into words. I had a fun and crazy weekend. It started with hauling $900 worth of alcohol in my Jeep, down 6th Ave. The liquor store boys gave me the wrong beer and they forgot to order my wine so they had to substitute a couple of bottles. They also gave me a tap that had a hole in it, which made the bartender flip her lid. I am the most forgiving and patient person and our bartender almost had me ready to whoop some ass. She literally had a fit over the keg tap and there not being any ice. When she got the ice it was stuck together and she slammed all of her 90 pounds into it. I think she might have started to catch fire, she went so nuts. We had glowing reviews of the party other than people not liking her. We had a fat tip to give her and she did not get it. We paid the event hostess to let us stay an hour longer with her tip. Take that, snot box!!
I made up with my arch nemesis from HS. This is a gross over exaggeration. I really only had one person that I had any negative memories of. She dated my ex and did not like me. Truth be told, I always worried about her because he was a full on psycho. We are both on the same page now.
The funniest human from the reunion is someone I had never spoken a word to. I honestly barely remember him other than he existed. I love myself some flamboyant fools and he suited the bill. I laughed so hard I about cried. He spent a grand amount of time telling me what an asshole he was and how everyone thought he was gay. I am staking my reputation of having superb gay-dar on the fact that he is a NY metrosexual. He assured me he loves "poonani." I believe him.
Today I have been in a pseudo-coma. We went to Tattered Cover, for a book signing. It was a mad house because the author just had a mini series on HBO, Game of Thrones. Last time he was in town there was a lecture and about 200 at the signing. We got to take pics with him and talk to him. Today 800 or so were herded through. Nothing like a TV show to get someone interested in an amazing author. Don't people just read before it is made in to a mini series? That show rocked but doesn't hold a candle to the book.
I almost had a stroke trying to function while my 3 and 4 year old tore it up waiting for daddy's books to be signed. I completely over estimated my ability to do a damn thing. I should have spent the day in bed with my blankie after the abuse I have put myself through. I think I might go to bed at 8 P.M. like when I was 3. Toodles. My brain cell needs some Advil. Bean OUT!
I am pressing the final one to it's full capacity in order to capture my insanity into words. I had a fun and crazy weekend. It started with hauling $900 worth of alcohol in my Jeep, down 6th Ave. The liquor store boys gave me the wrong beer and they forgot to order my wine so they had to substitute a couple of bottles. They also gave me a tap that had a hole in it, which made the bartender flip her lid. I am the most forgiving and patient person and our bartender almost had me ready to whoop some ass. She literally had a fit over the keg tap and there not being any ice. When she got the ice it was stuck together and she slammed all of her 90 pounds into it. I think she might have started to catch fire, she went so nuts. We had glowing reviews of the party other than people not liking her. We had a fat tip to give her and she did not get it. We paid the event hostess to let us stay an hour longer with her tip. Take that, snot box!!
I made up with my arch nemesis from HS. This is a gross over exaggeration. I really only had one person that I had any negative memories of. She dated my ex and did not like me. Truth be told, I always worried about her because he was a full on psycho. We are both on the same page now.
The funniest human from the reunion is someone I had never spoken a word to. I honestly barely remember him other than he existed. I love myself some flamboyant fools and he suited the bill. I laughed so hard I about cried. He spent a grand amount of time telling me what an asshole he was and how everyone thought he was gay. I am staking my reputation of having superb gay-dar on the fact that he is a NY metrosexual. He assured me he loves "poonani." I believe him.
Today I have been in a pseudo-coma. We went to Tattered Cover, for a book signing. It was a mad house because the author just had a mini series on HBO, Game of Thrones. Last time he was in town there was a lecture and about 200 at the signing. We got to take pics with him and talk to him. Today 800 or so were herded through. Nothing like a TV show to get someone interested in an amazing author. Don't people just read before it is made in to a mini series? That show rocked but doesn't hold a candle to the book.
I almost had a stroke trying to function while my 3 and 4 year old tore it up waiting for daddy's books to be signed. I completely over estimated my ability to do a damn thing. I should have spent the day in bed with my blankie after the abuse I have put myself through. I think I might go to bed at 8 P.M. like when I was 3. Toodles. My brain cell needs some Advil. Bean OUT!
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