Beer Pong Dreams

This weekend I was walking with my hubby pushing my big red double stroller past a bar near our house called Porkies. In the window they were adverting a beer pong world championship. In case you (like me) have never heard of beer pong (you should totally be as ashamed as I that you do not know about this intellectually stimulating and dignified sport) here's a handy dandy definition:

Beer pong (also called beirut, lob pong, BP, etc.) is a drinking game in which players throw a ping-pong ball across a table with the intent of landing the ball in one of several cups of beer on the other end. When a ball lands in a cup, the defending team must consume all of the beer inside that cup. The game is won by eliminating all the other team's cups before all of one's own cups are eliminated. The losing team must then consume all the beer remaining in the winning team's cups.

Outside Porkies stood a young girl maybe twenty one or so. She was wearing a I'll pong for you hand made tee shirt. She had mascara smeared on her face and a big smile.

My husband taking a chance she was a beer pong finalist (he's smart like that) began to engage her in a run down of how her team was doing. As they chatted away about the awfulness of her teams ability to play beer pong and how astonished they were they were even in the illustrious beer pong finals I began to day dream.

(Que fuzzy screen and dreamy music)

I saw myself sitting in my dorm room with so much time on my hands I could hand draw my beer pong tee shirt. I saw myself gathering together my friends to practice our beer pong craft. Setting up cups and bouncing that pong pong ball. I saw my brow winkled in concentration. I saw my hand shake with determination as I ponged my ball to the waiting cups. I saw myself waking up on a lazy Sunday knowing the only thing I needed to do for the day was compete in the world beer pong finals!

For one shining moment my bills sat unopened. My children were not yet born. My hubby was just some dude I had yet to meet. I was a beer pong finalist and I rocked!

When suddenly a shout of "I gotta go potty!" shattered my pretty beer pong dream.

I was not a finalist I was a mommy and wife I had bills to pay butts to wipe and I didn't even own a ping pong ball.

Maybe next year.

Germie Babies

I had a good weekend. I finally feel like I am getting myself together. I got a fabulous new hair do. Which I loved because the hairdresser/life coach kept telling me I had such a pretty face (I know they say that to fat girls but I ate it up). I painted my nails and even got some highlights, very fancy. I also went out with an old friend Postacademic this weekend to my local baby friendly bar had a few drinks and talked about what old ladies we have become.

Now I'm back at work where chicken pox is rampant and my little angle blew gas so badly that I had to leave the nursing room lest I succumbed to the fumes. S has now discovered the bouncy seat. She seemed a bit shocked but at least it seems to keep her above the other germie babies.