So, I'm not as young as I use to be. I'm also not as tan or thin and my tolerance for alcohol is nil. However, some friends and I went out last night to celebrate my belated birthday. We had a blast! Now, some of you may have found me and my girl friend stupid. I don't care. It had been so long since I went out, had more than 2 cocktails, sang very loud to the music and danced like no one was watching (which they were by the way and probably still laughing about the moms at the end of the bar who knew all the "old" music and danced like footloose). We spent way too much money, had a super good time, and were awaken by children bright and early looking for red power rangers. Oh the life.
It's quiet here right now. My husband took the boys to run errands and I'm going to go out to lunch with another friend to celebrate my birthday one last time. I hope I don't look too hung over. I feel like crap, I look like a cow, but I had a lot of fun. Birthdays are great - the only thing that would make them better is if I didn't have to age.
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