How Dry I Am...

Went on a little bender last night. B and C came over with the girls and we grilled and drank many, many margaritas with the little floater of Grand Mariner. Yummy. They were really tall glasses and I had a lot of them. It was great. It went to bed with that feeling of not remembering why I was so stressed out at the beginning of the evening.

At one point Jim was trying to be very intellectual, discussing his college days and made mention of their mascot...he went to Carolina...the mascot is a gamecock. The rest of us were lit enough that we just started dying yelling "Jim said cock, Jim said cock..." I don't really know why that was so funny now. Maybe because my poor husband is such a nerd or because of the margaritas. Ahhh, everything's funnier after a little booze!

So, the house was pretty destroyed this morning. The recycle bin is full of empty liquor and beer bottles. There were empty drink glasses everywhere. I just noticed that the patio is destoyed too. More glasses there. How many people did we have over? Sheesh. You'd think it was some sort of high school party when mom & dad were out of town!

B had little K with her. Around 9, it was clear no one was driving, but K needed bed. I cleaned out Audrey's crib and had B put her down in there. We had a good cry while she insisted we not put her there and I insisted she did. It seemed silly to risk putting her on a bed when there is a perfectly useful and ready to go crib here. My heart did break a little. B's did too. It was much harder to put all of Audrey's things back in this morning than it was to take them out last night. Maybe because taking them out meant there was actually a little person sleeping in there rather than putting Audrey's ashes back in there this morning.

I guess the morning after is always harder...