Date night turned into a foursome. Myself and 3 guys. And I learned a couple valuable lessons…
1) I can seriously put back some beers. Really, I can. But drinking games don’t work for me. My stomach wasn’t happy by the end of the night. I know I ended up at home, but I am really not sure HOW I got here.
2) Don’t talk about girls weekend. No, we didn’t play Twister in our underware while lubed up with baby oil. I know I ruined all of your fantasies so all you guys just go on believing what you must to get through the day. I guess my mistake was saying that there were in fact boobs, asses and BJ discussions.
Needless to say, my head hurts this morning. A LOT. But I can’t really explain “hangover” to a 3 y/o. Mommy is just *tired* today.