It was a busy weekend.  Reading, writing, outdoor parties with live music, slightly tipsy trips for chicken strips...  

It's been a while since I've felt my alcohol and I must say, it felt good.  You know, that warm, slightly buzzy, feel-good-in-my-own-skin kinda groove you get into after a few tasty drinks?  As you look around you at the beautiful people, you think, "Yeah, I'm okay."  "These people should really get to know me."  

BAM!  Suddenly, like a slap in the face, you're completely sober and wondering why no one is approaching you and why the hell you didn't jump into the cluster of dancing girls when you had the chance!  Your husband won't dance, and while you completely understand (and he did warn you head of time that his ass would be planted), you still get upset and want to give him the silent treatment even though you know you only have yourself to blame for the missed opportunity.  What the hell am I talking about?  Just me being fickle and wishing that we hadn't left the impression we were bumps on a log.

Ah, well.  I hope we get to know some of these party people a bit better before next year.  I'd hate to be nixed from next year's invitee list!

Thanks for the invite, Kristen!  We promise to do you more proud next year!  ;)