A Night Out

Every year at the end of January, Patrick and I get ourselves all dressed up and head to the local Chamber of Commerce Banquet. I promise it's more exciting than it sounds. They have a nice dinner followed by a casino night and (for the first time this year) a dance. Now, I am in no way advocating gambling. As a matter of a fact, I know nothing about gambling, but this is gambling with play money for prizes so I don't consider it real gambling. And y'all it's always so much fun. A bunch of people, the majority of whom know nothing about what they are doing, always makes for an entertaining night.

So yesterday morning, I dropped Andrew off at Sarah's and headed home to relax for a bit and get ready. I guess I should admit that part of relaxing included consuming a third of a huge container of Goldfish. I blame Andrew for this completely. Before I had him, I never bought Goldfish.

Anyway, before we left for the night I set up the tripod and forced Patrick to pose for a picture. It's so rare for us to get really dressed up, and not to brag, but we clean up pretty well. (Yes, I have big head. It's genetic. I can't help it.)

We had a great time, but we didn't get to bed until around 1:00 a.m., and y'all I'm almost dead today. In college, I ran on coffee and almost no sleep, and it didn't seem to bother me. I'd go to bed at 12:30 a.m., get up at 6:30 and run five miles, and then head to class. It didn't phase me. I did it day after day. Now aside from the fact that I couldn't run two miles right now, is the fact that I go to bed late one night, and I'm exhausted. I guess I'm getting old.

All tiredness aside, it was fun, and I'm glad that I got to spend a night out with my husband.