You’ll have to forgive my absence of late. DH and I partied like it was 1999 this past week-end. Our respective sorority and fraternity grad chapters co-hosted a Midnight Boat Ride on the Spirit of Norfolk this past week-end, and when I say midnight, I mean, in the middle of the night when no one is up but the homeless guy taking a leak on the side of the Dominion Power building (not that I was looking).

This ol’ gray mare ain’t what she used to be. We were jammin’ to old school Jodeci, Biggie Smalls, Jay-Z, Onyx and all the rest of the groups that made our college parties shake the campus. I felt 19 years old again, doing an Ivy Stroll it with my “saw-rahs” and watching DH and his bros party hop across the dance floor. We hooped. We hollered. We “skee-wee’d” and more. Then, the boat docked, the adrenaline plummeted and I was 29 years old, pigeon toe walking across the parking lot in 2 hour shoes that I’d had on for 5 hours, only half joking when I told DH that I had some Ben-Gay in my purse. I straight up felt like Cinderella, if Cinderella had two kids under two that she wrangled everyday and then decided to stay up ’til 4am to get her party on. Instead of the bell chiming 12am and her coach turning into a pumpkin, when the clock struck 3am and the captain said, “Y’all don’t have to go home, but you gots to get the hee-zee outta here,” I pretty much turned into party pooper extraordinaire. Seriously, I think all the cells in my body conspired to let me function until my feet made it from ship to shore before commencing an entire system shut down.

You see that it’s been a while since my last entry. I guess my party favor from the boat ride was this nasty cold that I’m suffering through. So, even though I’m battling congestion so bad that breathing through my mouth might cause me to suffocate, I had to put something out here. I’m still recovering from letting it all hang out. In a respectable way, of course.