It was our first EVER overnight date night. And it was a hilarious evening, full of surprises-- and a few disasters.
Our sitter arrived at noon on Saturday and we left shortly thereafter to head downtown for our colossal date night. On our drive down I told Ken that he should lie to the hotel staff and tell them it was our 10 year anniversary-- just to see what perks we could score.
When we arrived, he pulled the anniversary card-- which landed us a free room upgrade. Not bad! We had a few bloodies in the hotel bar before heading up to the room to get cleaned up for the evening.
Apparently, Ken fibbed to them too.
Next up, we were off to see Mamma Mia. After a few glasses of champagne, we headed into the theatre to check out our seats. Go me! They were awesome!
The show started and everyone was having a blast. People were dancing, laughing, etc. I was loving it.
Halfway through the first act, the woman next to me shooshed me.
She actually shooshed me!
I couldn't believe it. I looked at her like, "Seriously?! Did you just shoosh me?! You do realize you're at a musical comedy, right!?"
What am I? 12 years old? The nerve!
People all over were laughing and moving to the music and here I am, stuck next to Grumpy McMiserable. I brushed it off and continued to enjoy myself despite her bad attitude.
A few minutes later, her douche-of-a-husband leans forward, looks at Ken and I and goes, "Hey! Knock it off! You two have been talking the entire show!". I shot back, "What are you talking about?! We haven't said a word! We are just enjoying the show!" Ken chimed in with a few choice words and the guy sat back and shut his trap.
I'm happy to say that nothing came of it. We returned to our seats for the second act and I made sure to have Ken sit next to them. And that was the end of their crabby commentary.
After circling the loop for what seemed to be miles, we landed at Local 22 for some karaoke.
I don't think I've ever felt so old in my life. Everyone there had to be in their early 20's; Ken and I were definitely the old folks. Lucky for me, I got carded at the door. Ken didn't. ;-)
After bribing the DJ with entirely too much money, they called me to the stage. For some reason, I felt compelled to dedicate my song to "my little 12-week-old at home", where I received a lot of WOO-HOO's! And I am happy to report it was the best rendition of "Red Neck Woman" I've ever done. Ahhhh. Liquid courage!
We made our way back to the hotel around 1 AM and managed to down a pepperoni pizza in 2 minutes flat.
We woke up today with pounding heads. Is the sun really that bright!?
We made it home to suburbia by noon to face reality (the babies). I sure do wish kids understood the meaning of a hangover-- their screams seemed so much louder today. Ironically, I found myself doing a lot of "shooshing" at them.
Thanks Jill for sending these adorable pics of the kids while we were out! And of course for taking care of them while we were allowed a night off. :)
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