Girls' Night Out!

Our first full night in Colorado, my girlfriends and I had a night out planned. All the husbands had the children, and the town was ours. It was going to be awesome. Amazing. We had grand plans in our minds... our previous girls' night had included things like crazy karaoke, free drinks, impromtu 'bachelorette' parties, thrown-out backs, and unintentionally picking up women.

The night started out great. We met up at the Rio for yummy Mexican food and even yummier margaritas.

(before leaving the Rio)

After we ate and each had consumed a couple beverages of choice, we went across the street to what used to be a really neat karaoke bar inside the Brunswick Zone. It turned out there had been a remodel, and it was now not nearly as hopping as we were hoping. Oh well, we thought, we can still have fun and liven the place up! So we each order a drink and sit down to chat. After about 5 minutes, I realized I had a horrible stomach ache. I actually couldn't drink my drink (it was only my third, so no, to answer your questions now, I was no where near intoxicated.). After just a couple of uncomforable minutes, I had to go to the bathroom and proceeded to get sick. I won't go into much detail, but it was not nearly the kind of entertainment I'd been hoping for.

I still don't know what came over me... was it the altitude? the food? something I'd eaten earlier in the day? Whatever it was, it came back with a vengence. I was the party pooper of the night, but I asked Tiffany to take me home. I was so bummed, but I did not want to have to wash my foot off in the sink again. (Once was enough, thank you.)

So yes, Diana, the initiator of Girls' Nights Out, the one who loves to sing Karaoke into the wee hours of the morn, was in bed clutching her stomach by 11:00 on a Saturday night, still wearing her cute jeans and earrings. *sigh* Geez I'm getting old.

At least the hubby was in charge of the kid for the night.

Why would you want one?

My family and just came back from a week-long trip to Colorado. Not too long after piling into the car to start heading back this way, we drive through a small town which consists of a Sonic, a Safeway, a couple of bars, fields of cows and horses, and a few cute old houses. On this particular trip, I noticed that for some reason there is now a giant moose on a busy corner near the center of town. Not just a bronze looking one (which seem to be very popular out there), but a bright and shiney silver one.

I actually first noticed it because the glare from the sun was so bright that I would've thought the moose was on fire. (I know, the picture out my moving car's window as we drove by doesn't do it justice.)

And now I'm curious... does someone go out to polish the moose every so often? (And am I the only one who giggles to herself because I think that sounds stupidly dirty???)