Rambling: Lengthy and digressive

Met up with some wonderful ladies last night thanks to the IAm A Derfwad Summer Tour 2012.  Since Mrs. G threatened to is planning on putting the URL to this-here blog on her own much more widely read website, I figured I should actually put up a new post.  Not just for Derfs, but for all of you followers who have been bereft at my lack of posting lately.  *Snort*

Carrying on – it was quite nice to go out for the evening.  I tend to be kind of a homebody during the work week and even when I’m not, it’s extremely rare that I venture anywhere more exciting than the grocery store without my husband or a teenager or two in tow.  And while I really enjoy family time and am ever-so-grateful that I have both a husband and teenagers willing to spend time with me, it was splendid to get together with someone new.

Splendid for me, that is.  I can’t speak to the experience the other gals had.  Because a small amount of adult beverage was consumed by yours truly and I’m sure there was some rather rambling story-telling going on.  I tend to ramble at the best of times – add tequila and I’m sure there were some stories that didn’t actually have endings, or maybe even beginnings.  Or perhaps too many beginnings.  Where was I going with that anyway? 

I cannot recall the last time I was actually completely toasted.  Maybe my Dad’s wake?  There just aren’t many occasions when alcohol is appropriate in my life.  I’m not opposed for any reason – the whole Five Wives Vodka brouhaha was quite amusing – I’d just rather have a good strawberry lemonade if the opportunity arises.  And those who have to listen to my stories are very grateful for that.