girls' night out

My parents were up for a few days to visit and see the house, and to keep me company while the fiancé is away in Winnipeg. I took advantage of this by going out with my dear friends for an atrocious amount of Mexican food, not-so Mexican food, and even a drink or two. We ate until there was a very real danger of vomiting, because it's ok to make a total pig of yourself every now and then. I had TWO drinks, because my dear boy was home being bottle fed by his doting grandparents (also apparently he was doing a lot of screaming, which I, unfortunately, missed). We had special-ordered dessert that was, as restaurant desserts tend to be, a little disappointing. We made social commentary on everyone around us, trying to decide who was gay, straight, on dates, and whether the French gentlemen at the table diagonal to ours were talking about us and looking our way because we were cute and entertaining, or loud, or maybe both. We fed the pigeons bits of our tortillas, because they were there anyway, so we didn't figure it would hurt. We shocked and saddened our waitress by telling her that gas had gone up to 112.9 (regular) the day before. She thought we were joking. We weren't. I had luckily, on my way out to the house the day before, filled up at 98.9. I'm not sure what the highlight of the evening was, but one of the high points was definitely the carwash. It was one of the old, full-touch (as opposed to touchless) carwashes, with the scary giant brushes and weird dangly things that attack your car. A good time was had by all. Last night Jenn came over and we watched the Office marathon, because I had never seen it and I enjoy Steve Carrel. Tonight I'm not sure what my big plans are, but I bet it'll be exciting! I think today we'll go out and buy some fabric to make a sling for my dear boy. I have some, it used to be a duvet cover, but I think something less rainbowy and a bit stretchy would work better.