I ventured down the Mass Pike to a leafy suburb of Boston today. What made me brave the
assholes courteous drivers of our illustrious toll road?
These ladies. They were all lovely. Ok, some of them could have been psychopathic mass murderers and I wouldn't have known because I had two little imps hanging off me, distracting me with demands for cups and food and crayons and then there was the taking off of shoes and the throwing of toys. But they all
looked lovely. And very non-psychopathic mass murderer-ish.
We ate at an organic pizza restaurant. It was excellent and I, of course, wore a white shirt and promptly spilled red sauce right on my boob. I just personify grace and dignity. The conversation was interesting and these are definitely women I would like to hang out with again. Without the imps. Or the spillage.
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New post up on the NE Mamas page.)
9 comments:
me and white just do not mix, hence why i do not wear white. do the ungraceful thing that i do and put a napkin on your chest to help cover any spillage. trust me i know firsthand how ample boosoms attract food.
It was great to meet you! Your kids were great! I didn't notice the pizza sauce.
It was so great to meet you! And your kids are seriously wonderful and ridiculously cute. I didn't even notice the pizza stain.
We'll get together without the kids soon.
What pizza stain?
It was great meeting you - thanks for braving the Mass Pike!
man, i want to have a gathering of fun bay area bloggers now! sounds awesome. :)
You have some seriously cute kids there. But next time, we sit together and drink. No kids.
I'd be all over a no kids gathering like white on rice. Especially if there is booze involved. *hic*
Yes, the next time will be with alcohol and without children---I wish I had a chance to talk more to you! Hey, I SAT in pizza sauce, so we're even!
Glad you were able to get out and have some fun - even if the kids did come along.
Wish I lived closer, cause the one with no kids and alcohol sounds like it could be fun:)
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