mom’s night out photos

Well, since Finley is still on a semi-nursing strike, all I really have the energy to do is post a few photos from our Mom’s Night Out event last Saturday. 

 You know you’re not a spring chicken anymore when the old eyelids start drooping before midnight.  Sigh.

We went to an interactive mystery/ comedy dinner theater.  The mystery and comedy?  Great.  The dinner?  I’ve had Swanson’s frozen entrees that put it to shame.  Oh well—it was still nice to have a night out.

The short-lived stay at the local bar afterwards?  Well, let’s just say I really know I’m old after attending that venue.  At least we left before I could disgrace myself by singing (very, very bad) karaoke.

Photos:

Here’s our motley crew.  I guess I should let you know which one is me, since I assume the vast majority of folks reading this have no clue what I look like.  I’m the blond, second from the right.

me and Brandy (I’m still the blond, second from the right):

Crys with the cast of the play (Because she was actually paying attention to the plot and figured out who the murderer was.  Me?  Ha!  One drink and I can barely remember who I am):

me and Elyse:

And that’s all folks—got another hot date with Mr. Pumpy.  Woo hoo!