I love reading your blog. It fills me in on what's going on in your life and I can't help but think it sometimes reads like something out of Bridgett Jones' diary. It's very entertaining. I have thought about starting one myself, but haven't after wondering who would be interested in hearing about my usual crap. Nothing exciting ever really happens in my life. Except for last night. Yeah, last night definitely makes it. I thought I'd share it with you....
When you become a mom, you don't get many opportunities to go out at night. So when my cousin invited Juan and I to the Hard Rock to go to a club for her boyfriend's Bday, and my mom easily said she would stay with Sammy, Juan and I jumped on the opportunity.
This was the first time in a long time that I had done this. We were drinking the night away, dancing, not a care in the world, until...it happened. The moment that ruined my night. Some skanky ass bitch that can't hold her liquor threw up on my pants. Great huh? Yeah, exactly.
So, as you could imagine, my night ended early. I then had to take my pants off in the parking garage when no one was looking (if I was famous, someone would probably be selling it on the internet right now after catching it on the cameras in the parking garage) and drive bottomless all the way home. Juan had a little too much to drink. He was talking crap all the way back. I will forever remember poor Andy's bday as "The Night of the Vomit Pants." Maybe we can turn it into a movie and get Alexis Bledel to star in this one too.
When you become a mom, you don't get many opportunities to go out at night. So when my cousin invited Juan and I to the Hard Rock to go to a club for her boyfriend's Bday, and my mom easily said she would stay with Sammy, Juan and I jumped on the opportunity.
This was the first time in a long time that I had done this. We were drinking the night away, dancing, not a care in the world, until...it happened. The moment that ruined my night. Some skanky ass bitch that can't hold her liquor threw up on my pants. Great huh? Yeah, exactly.
So, as you could imagine, my night ended early. I then had to take my pants off in the parking garage when no one was looking (if I was famous, someone would probably be selling it on the internet right now after catching it on the cameras in the parking garage) and drive bottomless all the way home. Juan had a little too much to drink. He was talking crap all the way back. I will forever remember poor Andy's bday as "The Night of the Vomit Pants." Maybe we can turn it into a movie and get Alexis Bledel to star in this one too.
