Friday night a big group of us went out for Alexis' 30th birthday. We started at the Hofbrauhaus then went over to the Beatles bar, Revolution, at the Mirage.
Saturday, I had promised my three nephews I'd take them to this kid's festival thing, so I dragged my ass out of bed after four hours of sleep to go see Spongebob and Spiderman in person. It was grotesquely hot and the boys were wild. On the bright side, this is the best birth control EVER. 
I got to collapse for about an hour before going back out Saturday night for some more birthday festivities. This time it was a "surprise" birthday dinner followed by karaoke for my friend the Housekeeper. More drinking into the wee hours of the night. No fights or missing persons this time, but I did do a horrific rendition of Sublime's Santeria, for which I should be severely punished. God awful. Here's me and the Housekeeper doing our terrible duet, censored with a picture of my cat. Inside joke.
Sunday was Mother's Day. We started out nice and early (after 5 hours sleep) with a nice brunch at Roy's, followed by a visit to the Titanic exhibit with Brian's mom and two of my nephews. The baby was one of them that we took, which made for a super-exhausting time at the museum.
Later we met up w/ the Housekeeper, who shared her sweet hook-ups with us so that we could all go see Spamalot. I liked it a lot. Thought it was really cute. Brian, a Monty Python purist, had some OCD issues with it not being just like the movie. ((shrug)) I don't know. I've never been a huge fan of the movie, but I love musicals, and thought this one was really cool. Sidenote: I guess Alice Cooper was sitting behind us, but I didn't notice.
Today I think I got my punishment for that horrible karaoke song. I had two dentist appointments - one for my latest stubborn bastard of a tooth problem, and the other for a follow-up on my tooth implant. Both were devastatingly traumatic. I think I have an official fear of dentists, starting today.
We were supposed to have a make-up Mother's Day dinner tonight with Brian's stepmom, but I just can't do anymore. I'm going to go veg out in front of the TV for the rest of the night. I just can't take anymore fun.
8 comments:
What!? Crazy! Tell me more! Who didn't come home til 8 in the morning! And how MUCH Alcohol did Brad need to drink to get him THAT inebriated!
Wow, thanks for the Kudos. Did you mean physically fit Brad into my car or coerce him into my car? He was pretty tame and willing to leave.
I spent the rest of the weekend doing nothing to compensate for that night out.
Shawna, I wouldn't be surprised if Brad had drunk almost a bottle of Vodka. The Vodka was a-flowin'.
Nat & Vanessa were the ones on the brink of a fist-fight and Vanessa disappeared thereafter until the next morning.
sounds like a night to remember. you had a busy weekend! I wuldn't of been able to handle it all!
I can't believe it took you this long to become afraid of dentists.
Wow, Spiderman works out. Meee-yow.
Oh my god, is that baby Andrew? And oh my god, is that a faux hawk?
Yes, baby Andrew is the biggest one-year-old ever. He is going to be 2 in about a week though. And it's not a faux-hawk. It's a somewhat grown-out real mohawk.
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