I have never been a social butterfly. Do people still use that term? I prefer a quiet night in with a book and my husband, snuggling in bed. Or sipping a glass of wine and watching a movie. I used to go out more. Not just before the baby was born, it has been several years. Going out after a long shift at [redacted] was just what we did. Myself and the other servers would go to Growlers and drink beer or go to Houlihan’s (classy, eh?) and have martinis. But then I got married. My close friends who I worked with there moved away and I didn’t much feel like going out without them. Then I changed jobs and was up at 3:45 in the morning four or five days a week and on the days when I didn’t have to get up early the next morning I was too exhausted to do anything else.
Hell must have frozen over because I had not one, not two, but three
things planned for this weekend.
Friday evening, my friend Desiree
invited me out for dinner and drinks at the Scottish Arms
since she had an online friend (see it can be done!) visiting from out of town. Husband stayed home with baby and I went out hoping to have a good time. Which I did. Black and Tans make everything better. And so do pasties (and by pasties, I don’t mean the things strippers wear to cover their nipples). Afterwards, we headed out to the City Museum
. I apologize to my non-St Louis readers that I didn’t bring my camera so you all could know what I’m talking about, but think giant playground. Somewhere in one of the tunnels when my knees started hurting, I realized that I’m getting far too old for this. It’s fun and there is booze (although I didn’t have any this time) but the next several days when your shins and elbows are entirely bruises it’s hard to remember how fun it was.
Of course, when Momma’s away, baby is cranky. She woke up four times Friday night, so in addition to being sore and slightly headachy from the two drinks I had the night before, I was also exhausted. But Saturday means Knitty Knerds day! Myself and my
old lady young and hip knitting friends gather and work on our various projects of the yarn variety. I finally finished my Christmas presents this week. And only two months late! We also enjoyed the wonderfully terribleness that is Ella Enchanted. That’s right, I like cheesy chick flicks. Anyone have a problem with that?
Saturday evening was event number three. I told you there were three things! My friend’s fiancé was turing 32, that old man, so she arranged a surprise for him which was a whole group of us going to a trivia night at the Botanical Gardens
. Now, I don’t know about other parts of the country, but here in St Louis, trivia nights are serious business. Everyone is super competitive and usually everyone goes all out bringing their own food and wine. (Because of a contract the gardens have with a catering company, outside food was not allowed, but a delicious buffet and Schlafly
beer was provided.) I am convinced that the table that won was a bunch of cheaters since they got way too many questions right considering how hard some of them were, but we came in a respectable fifth out of twenty. Not too shabby. Plus there were mustaches:
That is my dear friend Meredith’s husband. I hope he doesn’t mind that I posted this picture for all of the internet to see.
Technically I had a fourth thing planned for Sunday – going to see Shutter Island – but I was so exhausted I could barely move yesterday. I didn’t manage to be upright for more than fifteen minutes at a time until about 5:30 that evening. Despite the tiredness and the still massively bruised body parts, I had a really great time and I hope the awesomeness will extend to this week. I would really like to make it through one week that doesn’t suck total ass.