It's been two days and I now consider myself fully recovered from a splendid weekend. It really was wonderful. Most of Saturday night was spent kicking Rock Band's butt with Prom Date, FG, and BFK. Prom Date and I play a mean Yoshimi. And I attempted to teach FG the Bad Romance choreography- she decided she'd rather sing, but BFK joined me. He was surprisingly good. There was a lot of tacos and Quelf and staying up until the wee hours of the morning. I also got some quality BFK time while watching Saturday Night Live. That doesn't happen nearly enough- I miss him already. He is kinda my favorite person ever. But I'm pretty sure I've already blogged about that enough times. Oh well.
I think I took about three naps on Sunday. Most of them happened when I was trying to clean the babies' room. Mister Man's bed is too comfortable for words. All those naps aside, I felt positively dead today. Sure, maybe I should have gotten more sleep this weekend, but it was totally worth it. It's not often that I get to see Prom Date or BFK.
Here's to best friends, and the crazy, red-haired, fez-wearing woman who decided to keep me for the evening. I love you all.
Hee hee...we *did* stay up rather late didn't we. And we got up rather early.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, you forgot to mention the fact that you wore a transformer mask. I have pictures.
xoxoxoxo
The best partying always happens without the management. However, the management didnt need oodles of caffeine and 3 naps the next day!
ReplyDeleteFG: oh, the mask. I did enjoy the mask. I also enjoy you.
ReplyDeleteMomma: I always need oodles of caffeine and naps. Like today, when I slept from the end of Dry Land until the bell rang and still managed to fall asleep multiple times in French class. Sigh.
I find naps are a good respite from bouts of caffeine. But that is just me.
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