Our 30th jort party was over by 7, we swung by the Wellie's for a bap and some hoagie slices, tea cooler and cup cakes and Halloween? Home by 10. I was planning on getting tore up from the floor up for Lisa's nups- three beers. Guinesses at that- didn't even really catch a buzz.
The only kind we've had this year frogs, are bottle parties where only breast milk is served (note: a bottle party is when a newb watches the baby and feeds him/her any time the he/she peeps, thus depleting this working mom's reserve milk supply. Mom = pissed at bottle parties. I can only imagine how I'm going to feel when I come home to find Maks, Cait and Jake passed out drunk in my living room with all my Coors Light missing. Digression.)
So these new parties are good. I like the reason our curfew has changed.
And I'm really looking forward to a new kind of party- ones where moon bounces or pony rides start happening.
ps- check out reverb.com and start reflecting on your year with your frogs.
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