Saturday, July 19, 2008

Bar hoppin momma

I am going to have to blame this on one Christine. She MADE me do it.

She took me on a girls night out. I innocently ordered and drank way more than I should of due to continual and relentless peer pressure.

My usual beauty routine consists of grabbing any nearby outfit and putting my air dried mass into a messy ponytail, and taking about 12 seconds to smear some crap on my face with a touch of mascara. But to go on a girls night out when unpracticed at attempting to look "hot", well, that takes a bit more time. But I did it. I managed to find one of those outfits in my closet of mom clothes that not only makes you look tall and skinny, but also makes you feel like a "hottie". Compliments of a bunch of hair extensions my husband would faint over if he knew how much I paid for them, and I was ready to be a bar barbie.

Like I said, all credit is due to Christine, who totally forced me to grab her ex boyfriends butt each time he would walk by. Christine forced me to tell all his friends that no man (one claimed he could, that's how it started) last longer than 15 minutes. IF I remember correctly, I clarified that intercourse timing does NOT start with foreplay and end with cuddling. I am talking about the know. Anyways, a man on booze will NOT admit to ever shooting his gun before at least an hour has gone by and I flat out told the men (the table was becoming oddly crowded with them) that they were full-of-shit. Thankfully, my wedding rings have created a large white indent on my otherwise tanned hands, so no one has to worry about what I said about my marital status. They all knew I was married. Oh yah, they knew. But I must say, most of them just frankly, don't give a damn. I say this all the time and truly believe in its wisdom..."flattery is flattery" , after all.

One kind Italian guy who was celebrating his most recent sons arrival frankly admitted (was that his name? LOL) that I was speaking the truth, and a truly "happy" guy does not take longer than 15 minutes to shoot his gun. Ha. I win.

I won until the day after. I got up at Christine's, forced back on the outfit that now seemed too tight and awfully uncomfortable and drove my sorry arse home. Turns out the motion created some motion sickness that lasted ALL DAMN DAY. My mom watched the kids so I could be pressured into the drinking and was now off duty. I resorted to carrying around a popcorn bucket to barf in each and every time I was forced to move. Granted, the kids gave me a great day, Olivia imitated my barfing and slapped my back (what support) and Svea gently rubbed my back and offered me kisses. Her breath....OMG...made me nauseous, but I already felt guilty enough being a total dead beat mom, so I had to kiss her back, but it is the thought that counts. Even Hayden was a champion yesterday.

Anyways, I survived my night out with the girls. I had a great time. I payed for it completely, and today is a new day.

So yah, thanks Christine (and far I have left her out of this, but she is not nearly as innocent as she looks) for a good time and even better hangover.

Until next time....

1 comment:

Christina said...

Sooooooo the real story goes...

I "SUGGESTED" to Kaija that she should have a night out on Thursday and come to Tony and Adams for some good ol' girl time. We get lots of time together, but it's fun to get out once in a while and remember how hot you still are. Which Kaija sure did. She walked in the house and I wanted to pick her up myself.

After we got out to the bar/restaurant (I love the atmosphere of Tony and Adams) we promptly ordered some food and drinks. Well the drinks went down quick and so did the nacho dip. So Kaija promptly sweet talks the bar owner into "refilling" our dip bowl and when he was saying how he wasn't able to, she switched to outrageous reasons why they should refill it, one of them being that she might end up getting too drunk from not having enough food in her stomach, when he walked away in the middle of her sentence, and she was left thinking...WTF?!

Sure enough 15 mins later, along comes the wonderful owner carrying it himself with not just a new bowl of dip, but a whole plate of warm fresh nachos and dip. Thanks Adam ;).

Then the night started getting a little rowdier, and after a few trips to the bathroom and outside for some "fresh air" Kaija got a little bolder and started saying how she'd like to pinch my ex's butt!! SO of coarse I egged her on saying yes she should! And well that was the start of the funniest night ever. We wound up arguing with the men about the stay of their stamina in bed and had quite a few men starting to look ready to prove how long they could last. Thank god there are no back rooms or hotels nearby, or she might have been dragged off by any one of the enraged cops and corrections officers ready to show their stuff. Oh yes, they were all Thunder Bay's finest out of uniform and letting loose on the town as well.

So after MANY laughs and some good company, the night was winding down. Kaija met, yes his name is Frank, and wound up with a new boyfriend for one of her twins. Frank's son is a lil hotty in the making already. I'm sure they will live happily ever after and have many beautiful babies of their own LOL. There was a fight, so we had front row seats to some entertainment, and a sober driver in Tara who was a champ and watched out for our drunk butts that night. Thanks Tara!!

On the way home we stopped off for our usual routine of Chili at Tim Hortons and went back to my house for a bite to eat. Did you actually get any in your mouth Kaija? I think Sophie had more of by licking it off your pants...Hope the night was fun :D

P.S. Did you ever end up getting Nick Lachey's autogragh?