Girls Night Out

First I had an awesome time hanging with two awesome people.  Second, I'm seriously wondering if I'm too old to be hanging out til 3 in the morning at a club.  I am SOOOO tired today.

We went into the city this weekend and rented a hotel room.  Went to a swanky nice dinner and then out to a club.  We actually had to wait in line to get into the club.  It was just like in the movies!  (Yes, I am easily amused).  One of the girls I was with talks to everyone.  I mean anyone and everyone.  She started talking to the people in line behind us.  (Something I would never do) and it was so wierd.  Turns out the girl works with a department I used to work with for the same company and the guy spent 6 months in college studying in Santiago where I did.  What are the odds?  Of all the people in the world to stand behind us in line?  So wierd.  I don't know, I thought it was strange. 

We got into the club and it was rockin'.  Crowded, loud and super fun.  Of course I couldn't dance with my hip in the condition it still is, so I was the drink holder.  But I still had a great time watching everyone and enjoying the music.  I could people watch all night. 

So we stayed at the club until about 3am and cabbed it back to the hotel where we sat up and talked some more.  Then I woke up at 6am and couldn't sleep the rest of the morning.

It was so nice to have a girls night out.  I haven't had one since probably college.  It's been hard to meet people to hang out with here, but I've lucked out and found another transplant.  And non-high maintenance to boot.  Right up my alley.

I managed to come out of my shell and actually wear the tight pants and hooker boots I bought.  That was stretching it for me, but it worked.  I wore the sweater instead of the jacket and I'm glad I did because I had a night of personal summers and that jacket would have probably made me pass out from heat stroke. 

Anyway, when we got off the train today I literally walked in the house and fell asleep on the couch.  I'm getting old, right?

Second Opinion - Which One?

I bought two jacket/sweater things tonight.  One is a jacket, it looks more punky.  The other is a sweater that looks a little more classy (you can't tell in the pic though).  Which one should I choose to wear?  I know the pics aren't great, but the kid wasn't here to take them tonight.

SOLICITING BRUTALLY HONEST OPINIONS

So I'm going into the city with some girls this weekend.  We're going out.  I haven't been in a bar in 8 years.  I have nothing but mom clothes.  I have no style.  And I'm fat.  So what the heck do I wear?  I went shopping tonight and this is the only thing I found.  I think it's ridiculous?  Right?  I don't know what to get or where to go shopping for something "sexy" (as my co-workers are telling me). 

SOLICITING BRUTALLY HONEST OPINIONS

Party Thoughts...Am I Irrational?

Blog N' Bitch...

Yesterday was the kid's birthday party (which I will blog about later as a good thing), but I need some perspective on something else.  Am I being irrational? 

This one girl was invited.  Guess who shows up?  Her mother and older (5th grade) brother...who expects and is expected to participate in the party?  THE GIRL WAS INVITED, not her brother!  Anyway, the mother stays for the party and plops her fat ass in the chair on the patio and talks the entire time to one of the other parents.  Never volunteered to help, never getting up except to eat a piece of cake.

Well, the girl cried the entire time.  For everything.  She couldn't break the pinata open.  She cried.  She couldn't pop a ballon on her ankle.  She cried.  The potato sack race was "too hard."  She cried.  The mother babied her the entire freaking time.  (Let me just note, this kid was invited to another party that my kid went to and did the same thing at the party.  Cried the entire time.)

Then here comes her brother.  Who says the games are stupid and starts throwing a tennis ball against my house.  The mother says nothing.  He takes a wack at the pinata and it falls on the ground.  So instead of stopping and letting us hang it back up (it was not broken open) he starts beating it while everyone else is screaming at him to stop.  The mother says nothing to him.  We finally hang it back up.  Then at the end when everyone is leaving he walks up to me and says (direct quote):  "I want my goody bag!"  Mother says nothing.  No thank you from the kid.

Needless to say, I was PISSED.  Hence this blog post.  I'm still pissed when I think about it today.  I wanted to smack them all to the moon.  Were they rude?  Or am I wrong to be pissed? 

My points:
1.  Only the girl was invited.  The invitation was addressed specifically to this child.
2.  The party was for 2nd graders.
3.  The boy, I think was extremely rude.
4.  The mother, HELLLLLOOOOO????  Need I say more?
5.  They live 4 blocks away.  They couldn't have gone home and come back 2 hours later?

Now I get that the mother probably stayed because the kid is a whopping cry baby, but then she should take her home or stop babying her and tell her to suck it up.  I may be a bitch, but there is no way I'd tolerate that if my kid did it.  I simply don't have the patience.  Either have fun or don't go.  How is this kid going to make it through life?  Mama's gonna hold her hand???

When I was little, if my sister was invited to a party, it was for my sister.  If I was invited to a party, it was for me.  Same with playdates.  If my sister had someone over I was expected to find something else to do.  That was for her.  Same for me. 

What the hell is wrong with people who do this?  Is it not rude to just expect that your other, older or younger child was invited too or be allowed to participate?  What if I hadn't have had extra goody bags?  What if I would have had a spine and said something like, "No, you can sit on the porch with your mother and wait."  Wonder what the reaction would have been?

Would you do it?  I know I only have one child, but I would never do that to someone if I had more than one.  I think it's unacceptable.  The kid has other friends who had younger/older siblings and none of them stayed on for the party.  WTF?  Am I being irrational?  Or did this situation border on ridiculous???

OMG. I Can't Win.

So it's been a while since I've blogged.  I know, I get it.  Believe me, there have been many a times that I've wanted to blog in the past few weeks, but work has really picked up and quite frankly, after fixing systems all day the last thing I want to do is be on the computer at home.  Blah!

Anyway, to blog this or not?  I don't know what to do but considering I woke up this morning after having a dream that I was dying, what the hell?  I got the MRI done on my other hip a couple of weeks ago.  The results came back that I'm having surgery again.  Thrilling, I know.  But what was disturbing was that the report wrote that there "May be a possible cyst on the ovary."  Way to go doc, leaving my ovaries in there.  (Ok, I get why she did that, but come on!!!!).  An ultrasound was recommended.  Well that didn't come back with "positive" results...something has high possiblity of being there.  I have to go get an MRI immediately...and guess what pelvic MRI's are used for?  To detect and stage cancer.  It hasn't even been a freaking year yet.  I wish I could say I'm in denial, but I'm freaking out.

I keep trying to tell myself it could be nothing, but my obsession with worry is getting the best of me - hence the nightmare I had last night.  What the hell am I going to do if it's back????