- I giggled at and provided sex, fart and poop jokes during a six hour drive across the desert
- My Road Trip Bestie giggled at and provided sex, fart and poop jokes
- No vegetables were eaten
- I ate fast food exclusively and wiped my mouth with my sleeve
- Thought it was funny when a drunk buddy of mine placed his scrotum onto the the phone of a second drunken buddy when the phone was left unattended
- Made a pact with Bestie that some secrets are best kept between friends
Day 2: How Day Two turned me into a 22 year old man
Together, Bestie and I:
- Drank more Skyy vodka and Captain Morgan's than water
- Ate only potato chips and pizza
- Stayed up until 4 am
- Laughed and lauged with old friends about nothing very funny at all
- Don't remember stumbling to bed or passing out on couch
- Did not suffer from a hang over next morning
Day 3: How I know for certain that I still really am, a 41 year old mom
- Never forgot to take multi-vitamin, Calcium and Glucosamine supplements daily
- Only recreational drugs used were from a totally legal Valium prescription
- Did not take off clothing or have sex with or in front of friends or strangers
- Brushed and flossed teeth before passing out face-first and fully clothed on couch
- Felt zero shame speaking and making kissing noises on the phone to the two year old while standing in line to see panda bears at San Diego Zoo
- Felt some shame while visiting a zoo without kids
- Bought two over-priced pink souvenir T-shirts for the kids to throw them off the scent
- Waited until 2 pm for a 'hair of the dog'
- Marvelled that Road Trip Bestie had hers at 9 am
You even flossed?? Good girl!!!
ReplyDeleteI like that you are more proud that I flossed than the fact that I keep my boobs where they belong.
ReplyDeleteI'm not really sure what that says about either one of us...
That pact is iron-clad, right? RIGHT??
ReplyDeleteAlso, if I had realized you'd be blogging about the trip, I would have insisted on visiting the haunted burial ground/Sasquatch habitat three houses down from where we were staying. Although given your penchant for "getting busy" in graveyards, maybe I would have gotten more than I bargained for....
Yes, the pact is tight, tight,TIGHT!
ReplyDeleteHowever, it was waaaay too cold for Squatchin' and you know it, Dessy.
And yes, I have a 'thing' for graveyards and I may have wound up needing a warm place to stick my hands if-you-know-what-I-mean....
Heh,heh,heh