So what’d you do this past weekend? Shut down a bar? Dance on tables? Wake up in the morning with your shirt on backwards and the phone number of some guy named Lou scrawled on your wrist?
Yeah. Me neither.
BUT I did go out last Thursday night,which in the world of this work-at-home suburban mommy is a big, big deal. Thanks to my pregnancy, then recovering from childbirth, and then handling a baby who for the longest time refused to drink from anything but a breast, I hadn’t had a night out without the kids for at least eight months.
Below, a by-the-numbers look at my exciting adventure into sociability.
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