LaLaGirl – Twinfinite Chaos! Parenting Multiples and Dealing with Autism

I went to a “board meeting” for my twin club last night. It was the last one for the year until fall, so we had it at Fox & Hound, and ate wings and drank beer like a bunch of dudes. It was so fun seeing everyone again! And that’s when I got my little picture I posted about earlier. We had our happy little mommy time, where we drank and bitched about our husbands and children, and then I talked to Paul and he suggested I stop at a different bar nearby and have a beer with Mike, since I was out in that part of town anyway.

I was kind of tired and ready to come home, but it’s so hard to “waste” being OUT already, y’know? It’s like – I did my hair! I have makeup on! I might as well go to the bar, right? (I know those of you reading this who do NOT have a litter of small children surrounding you have no idea what I’m talking about. Shush. Your day will come.) So, I drove around in Westminster, where I never, ever hang out, trying to find this bar, which I FINALLY found. It was kind of a country place, I guess? I was feeling really super cool walking in there in a t-shirt, capris, and Crocs! When I finally found Mike, I told him if I’d known I was going to hang out at the bar, I would have whored it up a little more, and changed out of the Official Mom Uniform!

So, Mike and I hung out and had a few beers, and a few shots, and watched the booty shaking contest. That was just weird. I felt so bad for some of those girls up there, because people were actually BOOING them. Can you imagine getting up on a little plywood stage in front of a bunch of drunk people at the bar, wearing tiny little Jagermeister shorts, shaking your ass all to hell and then getting BOOED for it? I was blushing on their behalf.

And I was tripping out by how many people had flip flops on. Am I sounding like a cranky old woman? I like flip flops; I have like seven pair from Old Navy in different colors. Are you supposed to wear them…OUT, though? I can see wearing them to Wal-Mart. But to the bar? Even guys had flip flops on! I hate guys in flip flops. I hate looking at feet. Girlfeet are mostly okay, since we pay the big bucks to have our feet made pretty. But guy feet just never look good – they’re always hairy and have that poking-out vein thing going on and the huge weird big toenail. I just think I’d feel so VULNERABLE being out at a bar in flip flops. How many times have you seen someone drop a beer at the bar and have it shatter and send glass everywhere? Do you want to be plucking shards of glass out of your wet beer feet? I just don’t.

I was also REALLY tripping out over the music. Like I said, this was sort of a “country” bar – they played a little country music here and there – but mostly hip hop. And people were line dancing. To HIP HOP. So, this is what it’s come to, then? We’re doing the Achy Breaky to Fiddy Cent now? This is what I’ve been missing out on by staying home with my kids for the past four years?

It was pretty fun, though. Mike is such a girl whenever he’s with me. I can get him to sit and talk shit about anybody, and make fun of every person who walks by, and we just laugh and laugh all night long. I was really cursing myself at 7 this morning though, after getting like 4 1/2 hours of sleep!

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