Granted I did go to bed at 3:30 in the AM and woke up at 7:30. I don't remember the last time I did that, but I'm pretty sure there was a wailing infant involved.
This time, there were no babies. (Actually, I did see many babies at the casino, but that's a whole different blog post.) Instead, I had an awesome girls' night out in celebration of Amy's 29 + 1. Amy won $96 at her first-ever penny slot machine. It was a happy birthday miracle!
When I woke up after a night of penny slots, hamburgers, three drinks and some dancing, I felt like my whole body had been hit by a truck. It's now 48 hours later, and I'm still recovering. Boy am I RUSTY! How is it possible that I once did this on a regular basis?? My first year of college I don't think I went to bed before 2 AM....ever. Yet, somehow I'd still manage to wake up, get breakfast, go to class, and do it all over again the next night.
Ho-hum. Helloooo my thirties!!! What's good?!
Oh well, I may be an old hag, but our night out was still ridiculously fun. (Best part? Some 1985-era Michael Bolton look alike whipped his ponytail in our faces repeatedly. It was awesome.)
Another sign that I'm old and lame??
Our Superbowl party looked like this:
Then we made Madeline her own personal Superbowl in her bedroom:
It was the Little People Animals vs. the Little People People. The Animals won, but it totally should have been the Little People People because their quarterback is dreamy and
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