We celebrated St. Patrick's Day with Don, Cindy, Ben (and wife in town), and Emily. Great group of friends, tons of people there. Lots of corned beef and cabbage. Even more booze. For the second time in a row, I was the DD. While I drank Diet Coke, the crowd guzzled Dublin Car Bombs (drop of shot of Irish Creme into Guinness and drink fast before it curdles. Gross on wheels). We played Catch Phrase, the best game ever. I made Chocolate Stuff, renamed "Pierce Brosnan is a sex god Chocolate Stuff" in honor of the day. Every last crumb was eaten, because I am a white trash baking goddess! Only one person got sloppy drunk, some guy named Zane (?) who I'd never met. We left as they were starting the sing-a-long, and I don't like them if I don't know any of the songs, which I didn't. Kevin let me sleep until 9am, making him my favorite husband ever. And he made coffee. If he wasn't leaving me this evening, I'd thank him proper-like. But Kevin is heading down with Steve to Portland. His old vampire gaming buddies....
detour: Steve didn't know what a lap dance was. So I demonstrated one, in my rotty bathrobe, complete with descriptive statements, "And then she'll shake her junk like this!"
...hold an annual "Drink like a fish party." I don't think they really drink like fishes, because we are now all old, and some have gone through rehab. But the name stays. So I'm heading over to a co-workers house this evening to celebrate a 50th birthday! And thanks to one of my charge nurses, I've been cut the four hours I was going to work! Yee Haw!
So far, it's looking to be a great weekend.
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