He was not happy last night, that’s for sure! Evan left this weekend, and Tam always has a rough time of it the first week. So we planned a girls’s night sleepover wine party, thinking he’d be at the Commandary meeting. Oops, it’s tonight. So we got stuck with a stuffy, grumpy guy in the middle of our party. <sigh>. We were gonna giggle and talk about boys and experiment with hair and makeup, and maybe make some prank phone calls.
But alas...we ended up eating ribs, potato salad, and corn on the cob, polishing off two bottles of wine, and playing Tenzi. Ever seen two slightly old ladies, partially tittled, playing a game that requires focusing on 10 dice each? We were gonna take some selfies too, but the camera kept taking pictures of the wall in front of us so we gave that up. Then Ken decided to finish up some bookwork. His main computer is on the kitchen table (don’t ask) so he plopped his hiney down right there while we were playing. I was gonna wave him out of the room, hit my wine glass, and the rest got ugly. Grouch! It was just a little Moscato. It’s alcohol, it’ll evaporate, right? And he can always print up another fancy Certificate of Masonic Service and Appreciation for the guy who’s receiving his 75 year pin in a special presentation tonight, right? Um, if he can get his computer back up. This is why wine sleepover girls’ night should be done without guys present. Tam crashed about 9 and I wasn’t far behind her.
But alas...we ended up eating ribs, potato salad, and corn on the cob, polishing off two bottles of wine, and playing Tenzi. Ever seen two slightly old ladies, partially tittled, playing a game that requires focusing on 10 dice each? We were gonna take some selfies too, but the camera kept taking pictures of the wall in front of us so we gave that up. Then Ken decided to finish up some bookwork. His main computer is on the kitchen table (don’t ask) so he plopped his hiney down right there while we were playing. I was gonna wave him out of the room, hit my wine glass, and the rest got ugly. Grouch! It was just a little Moscato. It’s alcohol, it’ll evaporate, right? And he can always print up another fancy Certificate of Masonic Service and Appreciation for the guy who’s receiving his 75 year pin in a special presentation tonight, right? Um, if he can get his computer back up. This is why wine sleepover girls’ night should be done without guys present. Tam crashed about 9 and I wasn’t far behind her.