A, shall we call her “friend” since she has requested anonymity, and I went out last night. Let’s just say our intentions were less than honorable because we got a ride. I felt like I was back in college, working the magic to find the right person to drive on Saturday night that wouldn’t get hammered despite promising to be DD.
K: Hey, I asked The Husband about going out tonight and he said that if I finished the packing for our vacation (oh, who am I kidding? Family Obligation), then I could go. It sounded a little bit like, “if you clean your room, you can go to the mall.”
Friend: My husband said if I got back past midnight to just keep driving.
But then The Husband redeemed himself. He told me to change my clothes because he thought my black Mommy Needs a Cocktail shirt would be sexier. Then he told me I couldn’t go because I looked too sexy. I LOVE THAT!! Then….drum roll please…he gave us a ride. He DROVE us to the “restaurant” and picked us up 2 1/2 hours later.
True love is the only explanation for why a man would subject himself to us at the end of the evening. WOOHOO!! Everything was funny by then.
Every once in a while you just need to blow off a little steam. It’s nice to have a cohort that is ordering just one more after calculating that our ride won’t arrive for another 10 minutes. Even I’m not that good.