Seemed like a good idea at the time . . .

Shout out to all my sisters from the 60s who used to pin their skirts! (And the catholic school girls who continue the tradition.) My gray wool thrift-store skirt was too long to wear with knee socks, so I rolled it and pinned it. Perfect. Thanks girls.

The heat wasn’t on at Free Ride. I stayed for over an hour. Until my fingers hurt from the cold. The gate was pulled (almost) shut when I went to leave so J came out and helped me push it back in. She couldn’t do it herself either, so I don’t feel like too much of a wuss.

Bugs in my pasta. I’d bitch about it more but M called the company and they are sending coupons for replacement pasta. But it’s unsettling to see little brown things floating in your pasta water. And frustrating when it’s 9:00 and you still haven’t eaten dinner and now you have to wait for water to boil AGAIN.

Friday was probably the most fun I’ve had in YEARS. TW was in from LA. M and I picked her up and headed to Kelly’s where we met up with O and hung out with a few more people neither of us had seen in a while. I slid into the booth next to a blonde woman I didn’t know and introduced myself, thinking that she knew O. Um, no. She abruptly got up and left to – from what we were told later – show off the goods to the people at the bar. Before we left, I saw her making out with some guy in the back hallway. If you know Kelly’s at all, you’ll know that it’s not the kind of place where that type of thing usually happens.

We then moved on to The Smiling Moose where we met yet more long un-seen friends. More whiskey was consumed. This photo was taken in the ladies room.

I thought M would want to bail on after hours, but no! We were all off to the White Eagle and more fun and socializing and drinking. It was so great to see so many people who I like and don’t get to see often enough. I even met a few new people, including a friend of the groom (remember, I’m gonna be the best man) and we made fantastic plans for the bachelor party and talked a bit of rugby. After three whiskeys, a Yuengling and abundant encouragement (one of the toughest girls I know implying that I am tough – wow!), I was promising to try out for roller derby. My cousin is a personal trainer, I may need his help. Not sure if I can get out of it this time. Too many people heard me.

Good thing Tom’s Diner was in the cards – grilled cheese, water and coffee – exactly what a long night of drinking needs! Next up, the thrilling and amazing Saturday story!