Wow. Saturday night was a doozy. Ingrid (you know the one who just had a baby) and her hubby Jud had a holiday bash and it was WILD. Having a raging dance party after scarfing down 80 Gorgonzola pecan grapes and throwing back one too many egg nogs probably wasn’t the best idea. When we woke up this morning I truly wondered if a feral cat wandered into our bedroom and pissed in my mouth.
And of course, we were up bright and early at 7am with chipper little Ollie who just wanted to pounce on my belly as if it were a trampoline. I was literally praying to God that someone would magically appear on my doorstep bearing bacon egg and cheese sandwiches to help me soak up some of the extra “cheer” from the night before. I was THIS close to calling the babysitter and begging her to come back over to watch Ollie and bring me a Bojangles chicken biscuit.
So thankfully, tonight the pizza boy brought us a dinner that was JUST what the doctor ordered. A pepperoni pie dripping in cheese so that food coma soon replaced any feelings of hangover.
Ahhhh. Happy Holidays!
With Betsy and Ing before things got too crazy...
Then...impressing the party-goes by doing Cirque Du Soleil in the living room
I’ve noticed that when I go out in Erie to a bar, there are three categories of people I come into contact with:
A) people I’ve made out with
B) people who are related to me
C) people who hate me
Sometimes separate, sometimes, all three. (haha — kidding! I don’t hate ANYONE I’ve ever made out with!)
Last night, I may even have discovered a fourth category: people I used to babysit. I noticed a kid I used to watch while we were standing next to each other at the bar so I said, “Hey Brandon! Wow! You’re so grown up! I used to babysit you.”
However, instead of being the cute little boy I remembered, he eyed me lasciviously, said, “Ummm, nooo. You’re lying. You never babysat me…but how YOU doin’?” and then proceeded to attempt pick me up as my husband and girlfriends stood by laughing hysterically.
What I found so hilarious about the situation was that this kid acted as though I had used “I used to babysit you” as my pick up line. As if I thought saying “At some point, I was entrusted to care for you because you were young and I was old” was some genius segway into hitting on a 22-year-old. As if I’d go up to cute strangers and say, “Hey there! I used to change your diapers” as a way to weasel my way into their cheesy Abercrombie jeans. Sheesh.
I guess I’ll keep this in mind for my cougar days, but for now, it just leaves me disturbed!
A typical night out in Erie: You can get sloppy drunk for mere pennies and meet the entire cast of Super Mario Brothers
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