Selective Partying

What the heck has happened to me? Am I growing up? Becoming a wise woman? 

After a week of hospitals without skipping a beat I rolled into our National Sales Meeting. It was here in town but held at a local hotel/convention center. Our reps and factories were here from around the country. Get a bunch of sales people together and what do we get? booze…

Back in the day.. 5+ years ago.. I was a partyaholic. We’re talking about major…you only live once..kind of attitude. I was driving the bus. First one at the party, last one to leave. The loudest mouth in the room.  Usually inappropriate but not caring.

Today…no longer driving the bus, I’m not even ON the bus.  I’m sitting back watching the others hurt. We wrapped everything up around 3:30pm yesterday. Dolce, A, and I packed up some products then looked at each other and said, “What do we do now?”. I said, “I need to put on my make up, help me!”.. So the 3 of us girls went in the bathroom and Dolce put on my make up. She did things to my eyes I never thought of. It took like a half hour! I usually slap it on in 5 minutes.

So then we look at each other, A says “What do we do now”… being the older and wiser woman I said “drink”.

We went to the bar and had come cocktails w/ reps and factory people..talking about everything from the weather, college, work, family etc.  By drink #4 I felt good..not drunk but good.. In the old days it would take at least 7 or 8. I had fun, took lots of pictures. By the time we sat down for our dinner at 7pm I was finished for the night. I ate my dinner, laughed talked…9:30 I was beat. Everyone else was taking advantage of the free booze and moving up to the hotel bar to watch TV. I made the decision, “I’m going home”. I think I kind of shocked myself a little. MP..going home FIRST? Yes it happened.  I could have easily smoozed until 11pm..12, 1, 3:30am..like some of the others but I didn’t.  Do I regret it?  No, not one tiny bit. Oh yes I would have loved to have been there..if it all had taken place 4 hours earlier. I just can’t and won’t do that anymore. Been there, done that. I think I’m a little proud of myself 🙂

Drew: He still has the picc line, he sees the doc again Monday, his last antibiotic is due Sunday morning. He has decided that he no longer likes McDonalds. OMG this is so wild. That WAS his favorite food. Problem is that is what he had in his belly when he started to get sick. No camp next week either, hopefully he’ll be able to by the week of the 23rd.