<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d6325373\x26blogName\x3d*~Dreamers+Like+Me~*\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dSILVER\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://dreamerslikeme.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://dreamerslikeme.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-7357763203600804086', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Monday, February 09, 2004

Crawling out from under the weekend

I made through...the weekend that is. After falling into bed around a red eyed 2am on Friday, Satuday's daylight reered it's head way to early and it was off to the races for us. Final preperations, food preparing and then the guests arrived. One by one they filtered in, then by twos and fours, and I started to get a little worried. Even pulled a couple hairs out because I was wondering if I should have Aaron stand outside the front door and be a bouncer. All, You have to wait your turn, or I'm gonna puff my chest out at you, kind of bouncer. I'm happy to announce that people really didn't have to stand on top of one another, however, we all were scattered in different rooms of the house. Kids in the guest bedroom, aunts in the office, gradparents in the bar, and misc. persons sprinkled here and there for good measure. Oh yea, and the sports fans in front of the t.v. in the living room. I'm also relieved to say there were no bad comments, or crying in the bathroom on my end. Instead, people commented how much potential the house had and that my decorating was beautiful. ::sigh of relief :: Although I was looking forward to the bouncer part, then our neighboors would have thought we were cool or something.

Then the fun stuff began, yea, the house was trashed and I'm insane about litterally leaving the house a mess, but we went out to a pool hall anyway. Wow, did I ever need that night. We met some friends there and I cooly convinced them all we neded to drink ourselves into a nice state of stupor. (Except of course, those driving) Yeah, I had to twist their arms real bad....not. Anyways, the night found me dancing away having way too much fun. if there is such a thing. You know, when you can just let go and have fun, you realize a lot of things:

1. Your "look" really deteriorates during the night when your sweatin away on the dancefloor.

2. After a few drinks, when you're trying to be funny and tell jokes, people are just laughing at you because you're drunk.

3. "Hey, where'd my money, and my drink, can I have, oh look at her outfit, she looks like a hahaha!" Is NOT a complete sentence.

I'll let you decide which of those I did, and which ones I observed....

Anyhoo, I thought I'd share those tidbits with you. My words of wisdom for the weekend. All I wanted to do Sunday was curl up in bed all day, however, it was not to be, Aaron dragged me out of bed, literally, and we got dressed, and later in the afternoon we took our snowmobile to the Lake and I even drove it...with Aaron on the back. I got that sucker up to 70 mph!!! Woot Woot! Yeah I KNOW the thing can do 130 mph easily, but I'm a newbie on it. Be quiet.

Happy Monday!!


Post a Comment

<< Home