How horrible does that sound? It sounds bad even to me.
It’s like this: my super-cool friend said she was going out tonight with “the girls”, and invited me to join. I was gagging to go because a) she’s always great fun to hang out with, b) her friends are usually super-cool too, c) I haven’t been out with grown-ups (sans boy) in quite a while.
So I called my sister and begged politely asked her to pleeeeease look after C tonight so I could go out. She said “sure thing!…
…just bring some beer, please, we ran out.”
I stopped at the liquor store, and since C was asleep in his carseat I hollered my order from the driver’s seat and threw some cash at the clerk. Presto! Just like that, I created a drive-thru liquor store!
I got home, prettied up, and left the boy in charge of my sister, my cousin, and two six-packs.
Babysitters and beer? That could have gone 10 shades of wrong.
(Then again, she could have asked for tequila.)
I had a brilliant time, the girls were fabulous, the boys were cute (and WAY too young) and the drinks were, well, drinky. I’m home safe at a slightly-silly-but-not-ridiculous time and C sleeps like an angel in his cot. Let’s just for tonight pretend that all’s well that ends well, yes?