So, I am off to a regional weekend event with the Sweet Adel*ines. See, I am diverse- a weekend gaming, a weekend singing- yeah, I am a real party animal. Actually, there is normally a lot of partying at these SA weekends. No, really, there is. Stop laughing!
As a group, the ladies of the SA love to sing. A lot. A lot, a lot. So, what else to do when you’ve had too much wine but to stay up all night singing? Well, at least until the hotel security comes by and threatens to throw you out.
Which brings me to a mini-rant. Why, oh why do hotels that have distinct wings in their design “mix” in non-SA folk with the SA folk? We love everyone, really. But not everyone loves us. It would let us party till the wee hours and let those who don’t care for a cappella harmonies at 2am sleep soundly. We run into this everywhere we go, so it’s not just one hotel in particular.
Anyway, I digress.
And there will be no late night partying for me this time because I am taking Gabe. I wanted to give A the weekend to himself because we’re in the middle of a few projects that have been “on hold” for too long. Now he can work on them without complaining that “The baby was fussing and you were off having fun” or “I didn’t want to do X because it might expose the baby to fumes.” See, I fixed it- no mommy, no baby...now get to work, dammit! {
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Gabe loves that barbershop sound. It soothes him like nothing else. So, I have high hopes that we’ll have a good weekend. Fingers crossed for me, ok?
utting in gobs of overtime, non-work deadlines are creeping up, and I did want to sleep on occasion, ok?
