Yes, tonight I am kicking the men out, sweeping up the dirt and the peanut casings and having the ladies over. I gotta call Ladies Night over here more often (even if I don't invite a single person) because it is akin to the Call of the Wild. Empty house. They could not get out of here fast enough. This never happens. Loving every moment here by myself and am even more looking forward to when the gaggle of gals gets here. I have plenty of drinks (you expected something different?) in various forms: fruity canned drinks, pina colada, strawberry daiquiris and some alcohol laden lemonade. Just realizing that's a lot of bevys for four people as Scrappy and Coaches First Wife don't drink (much? we will see ladies, we will see). I am positive that New York, Quarterback and Vincent (temporary name - story to follow - no she's not Italian, just in case you were wondering) can assist with drink tasting. Wait - why does it seem so less getto if we were sitting around sipping wine instead of various liquids from cans? Whatever, we consider ourselves equal opportunity beverage tasters.
Girls night today, VEGAS tomorrow (baby).
