Miles I-66 was backed up for my drive home on Friday: 8 (a miracle, I tell you!)
Number of favorite food and booze places I got to take the Boy over the weekend: 5 (which is pretty much all but one in existence…)
Number of books I bought at the Book Fair: 7 (a record in smallness)
Number of people at my house Saturday night: 6
Bottles of wine I remember being drank Saturday night: 8 (actual number not to be disclosed as I was too scared to look in the recycling bin Sunday morning. also, nauseous.)
Number of people who fell in the bonfire Saturday night: 0 (we are the paradigm of good behavior and safety! Also, we put my dad on a tether so he couldn’t hurt himself) (not really, although in hindsight it might have been a good idea..)
Number of mosquito bites I received Saturday night: my best estimate is about 80 bajillion. My feet and ankles are solid BITE.
Approximate hour my hangover set in on Sunday: 1:30 pm (half the day still drunk is half the day not yet hungover!)
Number of tomatoes and peppers my father sent me home with: approximately one for each mosquito bite
Number of good acts the Boy and I performed on the drive home: 1 (I pulled over and he changed a stranger’s tire. I feel my karma getting pumped up already from that decision!)
It was a good weekend. I had a lot of fun with my family and some friends I haven’t seen in a while. It also wore me the fuck out. Apparently my 20-something drinking habits are no match for my retired parents….
My retired parents came to see me this weekend and stangely enough their drinking habits left me with a cracking headache all day on Saturday!
But it was worth it to spend quality time with them :o)