I don’t usually leave the house after dark. Sometimes I feel that Count Dracula and I have a bit more in common than I’d like to admit. He doesn’t leave his creepy, dark, blood soaked castle before sunset and I don’t leave my creepy, dark, blood soaked flat after sunset. But the other night I lifted my self imposed nuisance of a curfew so we could willingly have our senses overloaded with crazy sounds, trippy sights and delicious tasting beer.
Having two little kids makes enjoying any kind of night life nearly impossible, so we have just begun their first round of growth hormone injections in order for them to gain admission into the fabulous clubs to hang with Mommy and Daddy. I wonder if their pink pajamas with the feet will tip the bouncer off?
When we do manage to get away for a few hours we tend to do so when music is on the agenda. Dinner with good friends who are leaving on a trip around the world and will never return? Nope, I’ll be on the sofa watching a documentary about the history of nutmeg. Uncle Vincent died and requested us to be at the wake to personally close his casket, then receive the bulk of his fortune? No, can’t make it. I’ll be plucking my eyebrows. Tiny purring fluffy kitten stuck in an electrified fence meowing my name? Sorry kitty…..
But give me some music and I’m there in a flash. Animal Collective was the band and it was excellent. Three guys on a stage, two at computers, one occasionally on guitar. They made it a very fun evening for two people who desperately needed a night out.
I certainly plan on doing it again within the next couple of years.
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If you two wear pink pyjamas with feet, too, they won’t notice the children, believe me. Glad you had a night out. I remember those early housebound days …
What a fantastic idea Fran. Maybe I can try and find one for myself with a plunging neckline…
I think Fran should stop commenting because the two of you together make me laugh so hard I pee my pants and my sides hurt for several hours after. I’m going to send you my Depends and medical bills as well as Fran.
I once was able to leave my house, walk down to the local Suisse Haus, enjoy a burger and a Berghoff with a friend and not return home until nearly 8:30 (pm!!). I felt so cosmopolitan.
Well C.J. I will not reimburse you for your Depends. I will however send you the extra Pull Ups my daughter no longer uses. Beware of leakage though.
We arrived home home at midnight the other night. I’m usually passed out by 10!!
Good for you! Say, if you increase the injections maybe the pajama kids will be able to sucker punch the bouncer with a teddy bear if he gives you any trouble. I’m just sayin’, it’s worth a try.
I hate leaving the house late at night too! I actually blogged a few weeks ago about going to Walmart after midnight… lol.
I found ya through C.J’s blog. I like your stuff
Off to read some more!
It’s worth a try Mark, although trying to put them to bed might mean that I end up in the hospital. I’ll give it go anyway…
Thanks for stopping by Mama Nut! Walmart after midnight sounds intriguing. And weird.
Will be sure to check your site out.