I kissed a girl

Last night I went out.  Again.  For the fifth Friday in a row.  Jesus, but I'm tired.  More bloody tired now as I ddn't get home until . . .  not sure.  Definitely after 3.30 though.  I was 'told' not to blog but feck it, it was a great night and there were so many laughs.  Besides which I'm only using their initials (okay, Anna, Claire, Vanessa, Susan and Liz??).

We went to the Gourmet Food Parlour in Swords and it is definitely worth a trip, if not more.  I'll definitely be back.  A. had managed with just ONE text to get all seven of us mammies in the one place at the one time.  We've been meeting up since our kids (all boys funnily enough) started school in 2005.  Last time V. organised the night out it took more than one text and ended up with her banging her head off the wall.  It's such a pain in the arse to organise that I have to do it for next time and am going to start texting the minute I finish this post.

So, we were all due to meet at 8, I turned up at 8 only to find I was the first to arrive. Bumped into a friend and had a glass of wine with her.  The others did eventually turn up and we ordered tapas.  Lots of tapas.  

Also drank lots and lots of wine.  Perhaps . . too much wine?  I know S. definitely had too much vodka.  The staff had gotten in a bottle of smirnof especially for her as she doesn't drink wine.  Unfortunately they poured the vodka like you do at home and the poor woman was away with the fairies by 11.30.  I love S. when she's tipsy. She is so funny.  So very, very funny.  Aaah, the problem of blogging about your mates is they might read this and . .  well, we'll leave some of the funnier stuff at the Bar.  What happens at the Bar stays at the Bar. 

We then moved to the window as we were baked.  Hot stuff indeed.  The boys singing were great but we were so close to them it was like being serenaded.  What else?  We put the world to rights.  Found out that the bar in Malahide that we've been to once or twice has been nicknamed Cougartown for it's Friday influx of women over the age of, ahem, 35.  Yeah, all the young fellas call it Cougartown!!!!  Jesus, I quite liked that place.   Okay, so it was quite dark and a bit of a  meatmarket but the music was good.

Then it was over to the hotel across the road where we had a minor scuffle over where the remaining five of us where going to sit.  A. and C. wanted somewhere where we could hear each other.  L. and V. wanted to be right in the thick of it (although, there wasn't really a 'thick of it' as the place was really deserted for a Friday  night) and right up in front of the DJ box giving it loads.  Me?  I just wanted a whiskey!

A. had taken her nearly full bottle of wine from the GFP and very skillfully (see, there is a lot to be said for being the other side of 30, okay, 40) managed to fill a glass repeatedly from a full size bottle of white pinot grigio that was inside a paper bag.  Seriously.  That's a skill and a half.  She even managed to pour a glass or two for C.   Oooh, wonder how C.'s head is.  I mean, I'm donald ducked but at least I was just wine and whiskey.  Ick, red wine, bacardi, white wine . .  . vomit.

We then had a 'who is the worst mother' competition.  I think it was a three way tie.  I won't tell you who sent their kid to school with an elephant man size lump on their head because they couldn't look at them anymore or whose child fell out of his bunk and was sent to school because, well, it was only his hip/arse/back/arm/wrist and leg that hurt.  Nothing really.  I did well with the competition as earlier in the week I woke up at around 4am and was wide awake.  Himself was snoring and # 3 was on top of me.  Someone had also left the light on in the landing which was shining into my brain.  So I woke Himself up and said 'go sleep elsewhere' and 'turn off that frickin' light' and rolled over.  # 3 immediately clamped onto my side and I turned towards him and shoved him away muttering 'feck off # 3, give me some bloody room' . . .  only thing was I forgot Himself wasn't sleeping on the other side of the bed and had shoved # 3 so hard he shot out of the bed and went whump into the wall.  He sat up in a daze and was all, 'aaaah, what happened?'.  What could I say other than 'Oh, you poor love, you fell out of the bed, come here'.  Bad mammy.  He has a bruise where the radiator hit his leg.  Or should that be where he hit the radiator.

Yup.  Bad mammies everywhere.  Bad, tired mammies.

I had a great night.  I'm exhausted but happy.  L. is zombie-like.  A. said never again is she going to stay up that late with us and I haven't heard from C. (bet she's in her pjs) or V. who thankfully hasn't got a birthday party to organise today.  Unlike last time.

We're hitting 40 but feel 20 and life is good.
p.s. The girl I kissed?  That would be L.  We went to kiss each other goodnight on the cheek, misjudged and well, . . . I liked it!  hhahahaahahah