What blog about parenthood would be complete without a post that has absolutely nothing to do with kids? I mean seriously. You're crazy if you think I don't ship those brats off every chance I get so often.
It was my 22nd birthday (alright, no one in the real world believed it either- shut up I'm old) and I was ready to have a good time.
We got up Saturday morning loaded up the van (that's right we were ridin' dirty. or something) and took off to the big city. Kansas City.
After a little bit of pre partying (we wanted to pace ourselves- some of us are no longer 21) and a trip to the casino (I did pretty well at blackjack. Just saying. Only lost $5), we got dressed up and headed out to the Power and Light District.
We drank some really expensive juice and listened to live music. I won dominated the lyric off even though they refused to play my requests. My strategy was to request songs that they didn't see every night. That way the band would think I was cool. Maybe invite me to be a backup singer or something. Obviously, I let my imagination run wild sometimes and my plan backfired. Double fail.
We also did some dancing. I'm really good at it. There were two guys that got up and did Backstreet Boys. Or maybe it was N Sync. I really don't know. I couldn't tell if these guys were serious or making a big joke. Either way, they were tools. I even took a picture to make my point but then people thought I was being all into them. Gross. Everyone knows I prefer my music crushes to be skinny and slightly dorky.
Just saying.
Anyways. I love our friends:)
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