nashville.

Nashville.

It's not often that I get drunk, I'm actually not a huge drinker. It's even less often that I go out and drink. But I did this past weekend in honor of the birth of mommapeas a few decades ago. We started at the mall buying jackets for the far too cold weather. We moved onto the hotel where I'm a Mom pulled out a bottle of Beam... and so the story begins. I think a famous novel begins that way too?


We had TOO MUCH FUN. Too much, really. We were in our cups, talking about Jeri's cups. Mommapeas was a tad unprepared and had no pajamas. This minor detail, along with me sharing a bed with I'm a Mom!, pleased Husband to no end to think that one was sleeping nude and I was cuddling another. He asked if there was any kissing and I laughed and said no. Then I looked on my camera and saw that there was some slight peck-kisses... but in his eyes it was full on lovin! I'm so glad he enjoyed our girly weekend as much as we did! If only he had seen the moves I'm a Mom had he would have been in heaven... no wonder she doesn't tip strippers, she can do better and expects more from them!! OH and dear god the nursing boobs on mommapeas!!! They functioned independently from the rest of her body!! They were like the grinch's heart when he learned to love xmas!!

I drank more than I can remember ever drinking. I'm a 2-drink drunk, an amateur. I had 1 at the hotel, 2 at dinner, and 2 at Tootsie's... then there were two other bars and I'm unsure of how many more I had, but there were more. So six or more drinks for me is nearing alcohol poisoning... All I can think of is that maybe the cups were really small and full of lots of ice??? Like Dixie cups??? Again, I can't be sure. But I didn't fall down or get any unknown bruises, so I felt like a success.

It ended at the Waffle House, and I can say truthfully that I have no idea what I ate there, but I think I ate something. I know there was bacon involved but mommapeas kept throwing it in her crotch for some reason? This was nearing the blackout point for me so I'm still unsure.

Happy Birthday, a week later... as much as it was for you, I think hanging out with you was the true treat! I never cease to learn something new and wonderful about you whores and I love you greatly. Now we just need to get our glamour shots...