The main thing I learned from this weekend

is that even though you are with your old college friends and you FEEL like you're 18 again...you canNOT drink like you're 18 and survive like you did in the good old days!

What an AWESOME weekend I had!

We got out a bit later than we had hoped. Dave still doesn't understand that it takes longer getting 2 kids ready and out than it does us.
But, after the first 15 minutes of driving with me crying on and off, we were set for some fun!
Meeting up with everyone was great! Wearing the EXACT same dress as my old roommate, not so much! She's one of my best friends, but no kids and SUPER skinny and she definitely looked better in it than I did! Oh well!

We hit the bar before the reception and then parked our car and called a cab to the reception. Seeing we had the minivan (so cool we are, aren't we?) We lugged around 2 other couples and we all left our camera's in the van. I'm so bummed about that!

Then, my friends, the drinking began!
At first, I was smart! One glass of alcohol, one glass of water. Yeah, I did that actually all through dinner and the first dance etc....but then I said screw it!
Dave had said 'screw it' the minute we walked into the bar, so he was pretty well on his way.
My old roommate's husband is almost exacltly Dave, which is so funny, so they get along SO good and sat and talked and drank ALLLLL night!

We danced the night away, and I have 2 honking blisters to show for it!
You KNOW you're getting old when the dance floor was packed with drunk almost 30yr olds all excited to be dancing to BON JOVI!
(oh, you're half way there! OOOOH OOH! ---come on now, you know you love that song!)

I can't even explain how fun it was to party like we were teenagers again! So many good memories came back! Now, instead of me and Rachel and our 'boys', it's everyone's wives and Rachel and my husband. We ALL get along SO well!

Then we didn't get back...I mean, to sleep ;) until 2:30am.
What wakes me up at 6:30am?
Dave...um..you guessed it...PUKING his guts out!
finally, I had to get out and went to enjoy my breakfast and the B&B. (store bought muffins and a fruit cup. Where were the eggs and toast and hashbrowns???)
Dave was finally able to at least get UP out of bed at 9:30 and we were on our way. I had to drive while he was out in the back of the van.
THEN, I hear, 'PULL OVER! NOW!'
On the freaking highway, he's hanging out puking. Now if I were smart I'd have taken a picture for you, but I'm betting you're glad I didn't, right?

It was quite the boring drive home as Dave slept the ENTIRE way!
But he survived, I survived (on 4 hrs DRUNK sleep. Thats like nothing at all, you know?)

I had a WONDERFUL weekend! How about you all?