I wish I could say that my grown-up evening out was a huge success. The failure was not on the part of our dinner companions, whom by the way were wonderful, but that of my tummy.
Yes, I said tummy.
I have 3 little kids.
I live in the world of tummy, but butt, and tushie.
       The evening started of normally. I was in curlers and a robe when the sitter arrived. After a mad dash of mascara, hairspray, and perfume; I was out the door on the arm of some amazing eye candy. We were able to walk to the restaurant, which is a novelty I love about our little coastal town. The bosses wife was tall, thin, and extremely sweet. She shared with me her love of Pilates and a few great places to buy organic. We discovered that our oldest girls are both starting school for the first time together and given that kindergarden & 1st grade have the same drop-off/pick-up, I'm sure we will be seeing a lot of each other. Unless, we stick to our plans of having the hubbies do the dropping on the way to work. The only down side is that she IS the bosses wife. While I am meeting smart-funny-generous- all around fantastic women here down by the seashore, they share 2 small drawbacks. Either they don't live in Margate or they don't have kids. I was secretly hoping to finally meet someone who lived my crazy casino wife life, in Margate, with young kids. I guess I got my hopes up a little.
       Couple number 2 was equally delightful. The girlfriend was even taller, thinner, and just as sweet. (I have to say, I'm digging the people we are meeting out here.) They actually relocated from Las Vegas as well, only a month after we did. The girlfriend has the same sense of humor that I do and we had a blast making plans for her to help me take the kids to the beach and me taking her here. Since everyone at the table has lived in Vegas we had fun talking restaurants, growing up (me, hubby, & boss-man), and all the work stuff they say they are not going to talk about.
        The food was delicious. I opted for the special salad with grilled pineapple and avocado to start, followed by a ceviche for dinner. Yum and yum. Hubby and I finished the meal off sharing a slice of heaven... coconut cream pie. It was light, fluffy, and the perfect balance of flavors.
      Fast forward a few hours and let's just say I didn't sleep all night. I couldn't even stay in bed. Instead I had to set up camp in the bathroom. It reminded me of my morning sickness. Which, many of you well know is not fun for me.
At all.
In fact, it is down right painful.
It's enough to keep me from having more kids. If I was planning on more bundles of cuteness.
      Dinner didn't caused my delightful midnight adventure. It had to be something else I ate since I didn't drink that much. And if it WAS my 2 cocktails- then man I am now a light weight. Okay- fine. 2 cocktails, and a beer. Whatever it was, thank heavens hubby let me sleep in so that I could feel partially human.
Then he left for work early.
So I just curled up on the couch and let the inmates run the asylum.