We Should Get Out More Often

Remember me saying that I needed a beer? Well, I finally got one this weekend. Saturday, NYEBoy and I left the girls home alone for the first time since they've moved in with us. His boss was on his vacation with his family 3.5 hours West of here. We got a late start due to our sleeping schedules, but it ended up being perfect timing because we made it there a few minutes after they got back home from visiting someone else. I was a bit nervous when we first arrived, especially since the girls were home alone and I've never met his boss before. Anxiety!

Shortly after we arrived, they offered us a drink. Before I could exhale one syllable, NYEBoy pipped up that I would probably enjoy a beer. Whew! Talk about not feeling guilty for enjoying! (Thank you, honey!!) The view from their condo to the coast was just fucking awesome. If we don't have a beach house one day, I'm going to do my damnedest to talk him into getting a condo. Heh. The breeze from the ocean in addition to the ice cold Corona made my heart skip a beat. It didn't take me long to get comfortable and forget all about the girls. Just kidding. Sort of.

We walked a few feet away from the condo to a delicious seafood joint for dinner. It was all going great until his boss' teenage daughter accidently spilt her sweet tea all over me. I was covered with sweet tea and ice from my left breast all the way down to my foot. Thankfully, the iPhone was on the other side of me. I don't think NYEBoy would have appreciated having to buy another. I'm not sure who was more embarrassed, me or his daughter.

After dinner was over, we spent a few more hours talking and getting to know each other. We finally left a little after midnight, but because of the time zone switch and the 3.5 hour drive, we didn't arrive home until a little after 5 am. Boy did we feel like a couple of teenagers coming home way past curfew, hoping our parents wouldn't be awake when we got home. Heh.

Having such a wonderful time with another couple made me realize how much I fucking hate being away from all of our friends and family. I would enjoy hanging out and having a beer with other couples more often. Too bad my only other gal pal in this city is a Mormon. *cough*Kristen*cough* I guess that means if I want to have a beer with another adult, I need get hurry up and get Deb to scribble me in on her calendar.

By the way, I only had four Coronas. Aren't you proud?