You must be this tall to ride, and 21 to drink… this coke.

So, there I was, in the liquor store, buying a 20oz diet coke and nothing else…. and I get carded. We card everyone for everything. Wow. Seriously.

Anywho… long time since I’ve had Mexican and margaritas and hours talking about Shopping! with the girls. I am, in fact, so overwhelmed with gossip that it will probably take a week to process, and sometime next week in the middle of some perfectly innocent act I’ll suddenly scream “Really?!?!” If you are around, don’t be alarmed. Just smile at me, perhaps nod, and say, “I know!?!?”

Just glad we had a nice place to sit for the evening so that we didn’t mind being locked out of the house by Bahama, in some evil combination of her drunkeness and a persistence for locking doors that probably includes people who have just stepped outside, say to check the mail. Glad Maggie had the presence of mind to bring the wine bottle outside with us, lest we might have discovered our locked out state earlier and been more upset because of the barrier between us and the refills.

Anywho… big work day tomorrow. Time for sleep.