Going out With the G-Clan Mommas

Man, I've been so bad about posting lately. On the happy side of the lake, Stink Pants #5 is here for Thanksgiving! A whole week! Hurray! I have to work tomorrow and Tuesday though...Boooo.

Anyway, I spent Friday night and Saturday with the G-Clan Mommas for a Ladies night out. I won't mention everything that happened (especially the naked tickle fight) but I'll mention some highlights.

First, I called them after work and we met at Michael's, a local craft store. There, the Mommas bought scrapbooking supplies, and I bought some yarn. I've been so good about not adding to my ever dusty and neglected yarn stash, but this eyelash yarn was on sale and since I don't scrapbook I didn't want to be the only joker who didn't have anything to keep my hands busy.

Then we went to Los Cuatros Amigos for a light dinner. There was much laughter and gaity until *ominous music* the hair.

Yes, there was a hair in our Nachos Amigos. It was a black hair, and even though we all have black hair, it was quite short and embedded in a pile of lettuce and cheese. Needless to say, we stopped eating it. The G-Clan Mommas were a little more grossed out than me (I must be a really dirty person or something) but I wasn't bothered by the presence of the hair. Of course, if I find a hair in my food, I'd send it back, but I wasn't grossed out while we were waiting for the waiter to wait on us. Hoochie Momma, however, was seriously grossed out and didn't find it the least bit funny when I quietly used a fork to nudge the plate with the offending hair closer to her. I giggled (of course, what else would I do?) but I had to stop because it was really, really really bothering her. It was funny for about two seconds, and even then it was only funny for me.

So after we got our new nachos (and after we all scrutinized over them to make sure there weren't any more stray hairs), we finished our dinner and went to the hotel. The room was tiny but all right. We dropped our stuff off and went to the store to buy some "juice." Actually, Juggler Momma brought three bottles of really tasty "juice" but we didn't have a corkscrew to open them.

I drove to the store because The Green Dragon doesn't have babyseats in it. I'm always struck by how super kind and courteous the G-Clan Mommas are. Either that, or Noona and I are just really rude (we probably are, I wouldn't put it past us.) Anyway, as we were checking out, I said, "Here, I'll take one of the bags." Bubbles Momma hands one to me and Hoochie Momma says, "No, she doesn't have to carry one, because she drove." I thought that was weird. Maybe it's just me, but it was just a little bag and it wasn't any bother to carry it. When I asked about it, Bubbles Momma explained that that's what happens when you spend your childhood with Grand Momma MG. Maybe when you spend your childhood with my and Noona's mom, you end up pushing a plate of food with a hair in it to someone who is super grossed out by it.

Anyway, we spent the night doing Mad Libs and drinking, which is a hilarious combination. There were some doozies: "When the bus comes, be sure to wave your wanker." My favorite part, when asked for "something icky," I replied "vaginal discharge." That's icky, right? Well, the sentence it was used in mentioned something about french fries and them being fried in vaginal discharge. I thought it was hilarious and oh-so-icky. There was another sentence about someone who might be reading this, but I can't remember how it went. If the G-Clan Mommas want to share, I'm sure they'll comment (it'll probably be Bubbles Momma, because I think she's the one who reads my blog with any regularity.)

So that's it. The next morning, we went shopping at the Birch Run Outlets, which were packed. It was also the first Saturday I've woken up before 10:00 (or noon for that matter) so after we finished there, I went home and took a four hour nap, which completely messed up my sleep schedule. Oh well, I had fun :-). We should do it again...in Las Vegas!