Funny how I'm only "German" when it suits me :) Hmmm. Today, in the spirit of tradition, Ron and I went to the Village in Lake Arrowhead to enjoy the German festivities of Oktober Fest... minus the beer, naturally. Although, I secretly must admit that the people raising their beer steins in time with the music, seemed to be having a whole lot of fun!! Instead of beer, I raised a coke and carmel cluster. Go Me!
So... I have a story for you. Thursday night was "Ladies' Night Out" for me and my hilarious former co-workers. It began with a jewelry party---wherein the ladies were all quite "spirited" (if you catch my drift.) Following the party, we headed over to Pechanga for dinner and penny slots. Is it possible to get a concussion from laughing too hard? I think so. Anyhow, at the risk of sounding like somebody with a need for a twelve step recovery program, I did not leave the casino until 1:30 in the morning. I admit, I was a little ashamed of myself, but that was eclipsed by the thought of getting "caught" being so irresponsible by my family. Fortunately, when I drove up, the house was dark and silent. I actually snuck into my own house... very careful not to awaken anybody---especially not my husband. I discreetly slid into bed, just as if I had been there all along, and had only gotten up to use the bathroom. I hit the sheets a few minutes before 2am...totally un-noticed. Mission accomplished.
Now,,, how ridiculous is that? I am 48 years old, and I am sneaking around like a man going through a mid-life crisis. Pathetic.
Then,,, there was the morning after. (There's got to be a morning after!!) My 21-year-old son (going on 90---he's an old soul in a young body,) positioned himself in the doorway as I sleepily sat with my laptop checking what was left of my bank account. "So...What time did you get in Mom?" "Um,,, uh... why?" "Because I waited up for you until after midnight...and you never came home. You didn't even call! I finally gave up and fell asleep. I figured I must have missed you... cuz I know my mom would never stay out past midnight... not on a work night!" "Well... uh, I came in right after that." Busted. "So, what were you doing until after midnight?" "Um, just hanging out... laughing... having fun. Nothing really."
Aye aye aye... is that pathetic, or what? Can you say ROLE REVERSAL?
My husband's response to all this? Rolled eyes and a knowing nod. He's been to Vegas with me too many times to believe a word I say.
Is that okay?
1 comment:
Hilarious. I love my brother.
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