Too. Much. Fun.

Oh lord. I went out with SS last night and BOY HOWDY, did we have a good time!?!?!?!?

We got to W’s and I was thrilled that the place was nearly empty. A few regulars at the bar, favorite bartenders, a couple of folks at tables, but clearly not the ambush of college dorks I was expecting for a Friday night (in all fairness, we got there right as most of those college kids are waking up — 8pm.) I was super stoked to get my regular seat at the corner of the bar. We ordered our regular – a pitcher of Newcastle. Then another. Two was our limit and, in fact, I even asked for and paid the tab before we even started the 2nd pitcher. Exceptionally proud of ourselves for our restraint, we were having a wonderful time … and then it happened.

The GM came downstairs – and I knew it was all over.

Next thing you know, we’re sitting there talking and look down to find a shot of RumpleMintz in front of each of us (and a couple of the regulars who were there, too.) You have to understand – it’s not an option to refuse these things, so of course we took the shot. OF COURSE we took the shot. And went about our evening, talking to regulars, newbies, a few of the kitchen guys, the very drunk owner of another bar, etc. And again we look down to find something we didn’t order sitting in front of us – Blasters! Now, see, SS had never had or heard of a Blaster, living in NZ and all. Let’s just say she enjoyed it very much. Knowing how these kinds of evenings with the GM go, I told SS that the next time he left the bar, we had to bolt outta there. I’ve known the guy for close to 12 years – when he gets to giving out rounds of drinks to regulars and “bar family,” he doesn’t stop and next thing you know, it’s 3 days later and you wake up with a Hawaiian hat and bowling shoes on and nothing else. Not that that’s bad or anything … BUT, when he did go upstairs, we ran out as fast as our little legs could carry us. And we went to …

A sex shop! Of COURSE! Apparently, all sexy things are outrageously expensive in NZ. I guess with all those sheep around, there’s not much demand. SS got a very nice gift for herself and her man and then we went to …

Wal-Mart! OF COURSE! ‘Cause lube at a sex shop is a bit creepy and a whole lot overpriced. And her man wanted a bottle of wine (he was stuck in a hotel room with 3 sleeping kids — who wouldn’t want a bottle of wine?)

Much hilarity ensued as we made it back to the hotel. SS’s man, R, was captivated by the iTouch (again, OF COURSE!) and so I let him play with it while SS and I roamed around and talked and laughed and flashed him through the window ’cause, you know, we are 15 years old.

I made it home relatively early, uploaded and edited some pics, kissed my sweet boys, and slid into bed beside my wonderful sleeping husband and said a silent prayer of gratitude for great friends and great family. We’re getting together again tomorrow – both families – to swim and hang out and let the kids enjoy each other. I can’t wait!

OH yeah — all the stupid font color bs is because I’m a dork and forgot to stop spell check before I published.  No way to fix it now.  ah, well, life is a rainbow.