are we there yet?
Friday night we went to a going away party for my friend Krista and her husband. They're moving to Kansas City. The nerve.
That's Krista in the purple, and Christa in the white. Confused? So were we. Oh, no, wait, we were just drunk.
I can't even begin to write about how much I will miss Krista, or about what a tremendous friend she is or how much I adore her. Because then I will cry and that would be BAD. But it's all true, and more, and I miss her already.
Sniff.
We had a great time Friday night, pretending like we were just dressed up and drinking for FUN! and not because some of our favorite people were packing a truck and driving out of town. It was quite a party.
When my mom saw the pictures she said, "Where were the guys?" In the other room, of course. The girls were all in Christa's living room, talking about our boobs and licking each other, while the men hid in the family room and talked about sports and politics. Or maybe about boobs. But I doubt there was any licking.
While we were taking pictures, Christa kept saying, "ARE YOU GOING TO BLOG THIS?" And I kept reminding people, "I have a blawwwg, you know!" I said it just like that. And everyone laughed, because I'm so funny! And also, we were DRUNK!
People said some really hysterical things to me on Friday night, many of which were, indeed, about boobs. Several people also said, "OH MY GOD PLEASE DO NOT WRITE THAT IN YOUR BLAWWWWG!" Sadly, I was too drunk to remember what exactly was so funny, so all I have are the pictures. You girls can breathe a sigh of relief. Your secrets are safe with me, thanks tothe nice people at Kendall Jackson my incredible loyalty and discretion.
Saturday morning I woke up feeling a little, er, peaked (that's peak-ED, you know, which is MUCH prettier than HUNG OVER). Five Tylenol and a bottle of water later, I was able to start packing; after three cups of coffee, I thought I might not die in the car on the way to Albuquerque. Because really, it wasn't a great idea to go drinking with my girlfriends the NIGHT BEFORE we drove the 547 miles from my house to my parents' house.
And now you're wondering, how long does it take to drive 547 miles? Well, I'll tell you! Wade and I, alone, can do it in just over seven and a half hours; with the kids, it takes us about eight and a half. My kids are great car travellers; they prefer not to stop, if it is at all possible. Just like their daddy. The last time we drove to New Mexico, Henry said, "When we get to Amarillo, let's just drive through and eat our lunches in the car." I think he would pee in a cup rather than stop to go potty, if only we would let him. Which we don't.
So yesterday, we get on the road and we drive and drive and drive. Charlie spends the ENTIRE first hour asking, "Are we in Albuquerque yet? Are we in Albuquerque YET? Are we in ALBUQUERQUE YET?" I thought seriously about leaving him at the first rest stop. Only because I was hung over, you know.
We drive and drive and around 4:00 we drive into Tijeras Canyon, which is the last stretch before Albuquerque and my parents' house; it's usually at this point that we call and say "Opent the wine! We'll be there in half an hour!" The canyon comes through the Sandia Mountains; it's beautiful and the speed limit is 65 and there was a wreck on 140 east bound that had the traffic stopped. COMPLETELY STOPPED. We got off onto Old Route 66, which is the only other way through the mountains, and for TWO AND A HALF HOURS we inched along at three miles an hour. The boys watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and Henry figured out how to skip from scene to scene so they probably watched most of the movie twice. Charlie kept saying, "MY BOTTOM HURTS! I WANT TO BE THERE!" Every time he said it, I gave him a chocolate chip cookie. We called my mother to tell her what was going on, and she said, "I hope no one has to go to the bathroom."
I said, "Well, now I do. Thanks."
The last time I went on vacation, we spent the day stranded in the airport. This time, we spent the day stranded in the car. DO YOU SEE A THEME?
Do not ever vacation with me.
That's Krista in the purple, and Christa in the white. Confused? So were we. Oh, no, wait, we were just drunk.
I can't even begin to write about how much I will miss Krista, or about what a tremendous friend she is or how much I adore her. Because then I will cry and that would be BAD. But it's all true, and more, and I miss her already.
Sniff.
We had a great time Friday night, pretending like we were just dressed up and drinking for FUN! and not because some of our favorite people were packing a truck and driving out of town. It was quite a party.
When my mom saw the pictures she said, "Where were the guys?" In the other room, of course. The girls were all in Christa's living room, talking about our boobs and licking each other, while the men hid in the family room and talked about sports and politics. Or maybe about boobs. But I doubt there was any licking.
While we were taking pictures, Christa kept saying, "ARE YOU GOING TO BLOG THIS?" And I kept reminding people, "I have a blawwwg, you know!" I said it just like that. And everyone laughed, because I'm so funny! And also, we were DRUNK!
People said some really hysterical things to me on Friday night, many of which were, indeed, about boobs. Several people also said, "OH MY GOD PLEASE DO NOT WRITE THAT IN YOUR BLAWWWWG!" Sadly, I was too drunk to remember what exactly was so funny, so all I have are the pictures. You girls can breathe a sigh of relief. Your secrets are safe with me, thanks to
Saturday morning I woke up feeling a little, er, peaked (that's peak-ED, you know, which is MUCH prettier than HUNG OVER). Five Tylenol and a bottle of water later, I was able to start packing; after three cups of coffee, I thought I might not die in the car on the way to Albuquerque. Because really, it wasn't a great idea to go drinking with my girlfriends the NIGHT BEFORE we drove the 547 miles from my house to my parents' house.
And now you're wondering, how long does it take to drive 547 miles? Well, I'll tell you! Wade and I, alone, can do it in just over seven and a half hours; with the kids, it takes us about eight and a half. My kids are great car travellers; they prefer not to stop, if it is at all possible. Just like their daddy. The last time we drove to New Mexico, Henry said, "When we get to Amarillo, let's just drive through and eat our lunches in the car." I think he would pee in a cup rather than stop to go potty, if only we would let him. Which we don't.
So yesterday, we get on the road and we drive and drive and drive. Charlie spends the ENTIRE first hour asking, "Are we in Albuquerque yet? Are we in Albuquerque YET? Are we in ALBUQUERQUE YET?" I thought seriously about leaving him at the first rest stop. Only because I was hung over, you know.
We drive and drive and around 4:00 we drive into Tijeras Canyon, which is the last stretch before Albuquerque and my parents' house; it's usually at this point that we call and say "Opent the wine! We'll be there in half an hour!" The canyon comes through the Sandia Mountains; it's beautiful and the speed limit is 65 and there was a wreck on 140 east bound that had the traffic stopped. COMPLETELY STOPPED. We got off onto Old Route 66, which is the only other way through the mountains, and for TWO AND A HALF HOURS we inched along at three miles an hour. The boys watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and Henry figured out how to skip from scene to scene so they probably watched most of the movie twice. Charlie kept saying, "MY BOTTOM HURTS! I WANT TO BE THERE!" Every time he said it, I gave him a chocolate chip cookie. We called my mother to tell her what was going on, and she said, "I hope no one has to go to the bathroom."
I said, "Well, now I do. Thanks."
The last time I went on vacation, we spent the day stranded in the airport. This time, we spent the day stranded in the car. DO YOU SEE A THEME?
Do not ever vacation with me.
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TODAY?? You tell me this TODAY??? AFTER WHAT I JUST DID???
You know, yesterday, I left Tommy in the car with a friend (at his request) when I ran into the grocery store.
When I got back he said, "I had to go to the bathroom so bad, I made Katya not look, and peed in my McDonald's cup."
Er...
Jen, you're not TRAVELLING with me, just MEETING me there.
I may be late. Like four or five hours. I'm just saying.
Now that sounds like fun. Hope it gets a little less crazy from here on out.
If you do ever go to KC maybe I can hop up there and say hi. Or better yet you could make a pit stop in St. Louis.
But then you'd hang out with Angie cause she is much cooler than I am.
Oh I wish you guys a happy and blissful vacation!
We leave Wednesday morning, and I am hoping for smooth sailing at the airport.
We just had what Hubby claimed to be his worst vacation ever...and part of it was car issues. I understand your pain! My word verification is doozie...ha ha ha.
That's a lot of miles with a couple of kids. Congrats on retaining your sanity.
You and Jen are going somewhere?
I will not be jealous. I will not be jealous. I will not...
I'm jealous.
Can I just say you are like the freaking Pod People - are ALL Your friends tan, thin, perfectly coiffed, dressed sans lycra and totally gorgeous?
Here I've been feeling bad I live so far away from all these great Blawwwwger types, but maybe it's for the best...sheesh... I'm going to look for my self esteem now.
You are so fun.Glad I somehow popped into your blog.
Have a great vacation!
I hope you at least got a nap in the car before the traffic mess, and I also hope you have a great vacation!
Okay, you have the most beautiful group of women there. Who do not look like the groups of women I drink with. You all still look pressed and fresh and not all slurry and smeared and trying not to fall off your heels. Dang, I feel old.
Enjoy your vai-cai.
Bad traffic should be abolished, don't think you think? If only it were that easy.
Glad you finally made it though. What did parents do before the ability to watch movies in the car? I can't even imagine. Oh, yes, I can. My brothers and I sang "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" for hours on end. Haha. My poor parents...
I lurve Albuquerque. My aunt lives up in the mountains there.
Sniff. Now I'm jealous.
Y'all look like wonderful friends.
Hi, I've read your blog for a while, and now just de-lurking a little.
As for the drive to the parents, I completely understand, and will trade if you like. My parents are only 2856 miles away..
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