What A Start

We are sitting at the end of an EPIC weekend, watching footy on the television and Pres scoot around the livingroom, more mobile than ever.  This is as relaxed as we've been the last 4 days.  Little miss spent her first overnight away with friends, and from all reports, she had a blast.  Hubs and I had an adult away SPREE and I got back into stripping at a club in a nearby city/town.   Yup. My first night away from the Prezler and I spent it in my next-to-nothin sexies and back on the poles with the mirrors smudged with fingers and ass cheek prints, and the couches that smelled like beer.  I was excited to be back, repulsed by the same things I always was, and more than anything, I was SO SO tired!!! By 3 a.m. I wanted to cry I was so exhausted.  I forgot what 7 hours in high heels feels like. The money was shit, but I planned to take Friday night off with hubby on the town, and then work Saturday.

That didn't happen. 

Friday went like this:
--"sleep in" until 9 a.m.  After 5 1/2 hours, I feel like a nocturnal animal being forced awake during the daylight.  I wanted to sleep, but there was no way it was happening. 

• on a side note: I never gave much thought to staying in "dancer's accommodation" before this weekend but holy hell, there is a LOT of skin walking around that place!  I still have to get used to having casual conversation with the chick who's noncholantly getting undressed in front of me.  I told hubby that given the price, I wouldn't mind staying there from now on. ;-) 

--Hubby arrives at 12:30.  He got lost on the way, and I had to listen for his car as he randomly drove around the subhurb he knew I was in "somewhere close by." Eventually I could hear him accelerate from the next block over, and shouting "Turn left, LEFT!!" while jumping up and down and waving your arms around makes you look like a crazy person. 
--"Breakfast" at a coffee bar without the baby.  I even had time for the  second coffee I so desperatly needed.  I didn't realize they serve pancakes with ice cream over here.  Weird.
--Check into the hotel room, with its King-size bed and balcony overlooking the water.  I'm surprised by how nice it is for what we paid.  Gotta love big town/small city atmosphere. 
--Adult time. :-)  Then, a very enjoyable adult nap.  Only new parents can appreciate how wonderful an uninterrupted afternoon nap can be.
--Happy hour drinks at a waterfront pub
--Hubby's friend / our tour guide arrives.  We pile into his suspiciously lemon-y magna, and drive off to a house party.  Hubs decides to just drink for now. I smoke half a joint and tuck the rest in my handbag.

The first house was stunning.  A wide sweeping patio overlooking the water, and chairs full of people.  A lot of strangers, but in no time quite a few were chatting happily away in a circle with me, discussing everything from immigration to drugs, mother in law stories to local restaurant reviews.  After 6 months in a small town with small town people and small town talk, it was refreshing to meet new faces.

It still tickles me to be introduced as someone's wife.  I wonder when that starts to feel normal?  I know that hubby and I are not exactly the poster-people for a standard, monogamous marriage.  Then again,  I have to remind myself that the vast majority of 22 year olds are still single/exploring the idea of a full-time partner.  There wasn't another 22 year old married mother in the room to compare myself with.  In fact, I didn't meet one all weekend. 

We left, and drove to hubby's friend's house.  I'm going to call him Oliver I think.  Oliver lives in student housing, which I was happy to discover looks the same as back home.  Put 4 young bachelors in one house and of course you have more pet reptiles than clean cups!  The boy had some awesome snakes though!  I think I want a snake now.

Oliver had a shower and shaved, which took longer than it takes me.  Hubby paced, impatient to be started off to town.  Oliver produced from nowhere a bag of ecstacy, and he and hubs crushed and snorted a pill in front of me.  I'd never seen anything done like that before, although I'd heard about it many a time from hubby recounting his younger days.  (This is the first time I've seen ecstacy since the winter of 2010/2011 and that was such a shit experience that I never wanted to touch the stuff again) But the night held such mystery, and potential and best of all, no tiny loving whack of responsibility in the morning, so I swallowed half a pill in a mouthful of spiced rum and soda, and we all got back into Oliver's car.

The second house party was at another uni house.  One of the young guys there knew Hubs from years ago, and his girlfriend was really nice.  We didn't stay long because by then both Hubby and Oliver were starting to act like they'd just snorted something (surprise, surprise) so we all just kind of jumped up and left.  We told the nice people there that we'd see them at the uni bar.

From there the night kind of took off.  One of the best things about Hubs and I is that we can go to a party together, and still be together, but be on opposite sides of a party.  We sort of circulate every once in a while to check in, but I swear, sometimes it feels like the lyrics from that overplayed "Bad Girlfriend"

      Come together, leave alone
      See you later back at home

Hubs liked the dance beats but I had a blast sitting outside on the picnic tables chatting with whoever.  There was a live band playing covers in the corner, and people started pouring in shortly after we arrived.  Moths to a flame in a courting dance.  I told Oliver we were looking for a blond.  Did he know any blond girls?f

I have to go make Presley's dinner up now.  I'll have to continue this later