My Friday evening was spent:
with a whole bunch of other moms
drinking champagne
and wine
and Cosmopolitans (full strength)
and Lemon drops
and port (my contribution, which a few women wanted some of)
and having discussions of lives
and marriages
and divorces
and sexual attraction to Donald Rumsfeld (no, not me, thank God)
and how hot Keanu Reeves really is and Mel Gibson really isn’t
and episiotomies vs. C-sections
and selling houses
and when the last time anyone had Girls Night Out was
and we all had a lot of fun
and it was a little weird hearing someone say that she didn’t think I’d liked her (not that again — what is it I do to make people think that?) but she was glad to find out I really am a fun person.
Wow. Am I toasted.