Ladies Night Out

After a busy day including feeding (read: chasing) chickens, boiling down sap to make maple syrup, a tux fitting for J, and shopping with sister K, it was time for La-La-La Laaaaaadiiiiieeeeessss Niiiiggghhhhhtttt!!!

It was a lot of fun to go out with big sisters D and K (no sister L, unfortunately) and mix together our friends from high school (with an age difference of 5-6 years).  You would think that the older girls would have years of maturity on us younger ones, but wow! I was mistaken!  I was nothing less than shocked when sister D argued with the guy in the blue shirt about our ridiculously long wait for drinks and food.  I started getting nervous at the all too fast pace of escalation and even had visions of tridents and swords being swung (but that vision may have something to do with the fact that I recently watched Anchorman).  Sisters' friend C also had me shifting in my seat due to her natural ability to drop an f-bomb into any given sentence at any given moment.  Heading to our hometown bar after dinner was quite an experience as well.  It seemed as if we had walked into the high school class reunion of 1988; Dress code: Dale Earnhardt t-shirts, acid wash jeans, hightops or workboots, crimped or teased hair (ladies), Budweiser hats (gentlemen), cigarette breath and poorly applied lip liner (optional).  We realized quickly that we didn't fit in...until the 88ers got no less than ten drinks into them and started to tell us we were too pretty to be wearing our wedding rings when we could have our pick of guys just twenty feet away on the dance floor.  Just drop the ring in your pocket, you ah (are) too pretty to be sittin' this fah (far) from the dance floah (floor)!

No worries, we simply laughed at the worst advice we'd ever received and gave into the fact that this just wasn't our scene.

Peak: Hanging out with sisters and great friends, sans children, add liquor and innapropriate dinner talk.

Pitt: J cried the hardest, saddest cry when a client (same height and build as A) left B's salon with a very similar haircut to Daddy's.

Andre Update: We got to chat for a little while this morning.  I just can't get over how often we get to talk compared to when he was in Iraq.  I am absolutely loving it!