We planned a GWO to celebrate Webber's birthday. (I can't really divulge any more details because that would just be rude)
Because I am always know to be the designated driver and virtual teetotaller I got the pleasure of driving LC's
(Me- DD AGAIN!! -
holy crap, when did
I get those byebye arms?)
(back seat driving
cuz I was taking the picture)
On the road we had a lot of laughs and lots of complaining about husbands and kids and life.
The girls were still pounding out the mimosas while I kept my eye out for the cops.
I swear, there were no less than 300 cops on the lookout that day and about a jillion people pulled over, so you all can understand my concern. (BTW, who gets arrested when the driver is sober but the rest of the occupants are twisted?)
LC had me so flustered with her OCD jumping around and blaring the music it was hard to concentrate the task at hand. She was extremely funny (and wild and insane) and we got a little foreshadow on what the weekend was to hold.
After three short hours and one pit stop and at least 10 "are we there yets?" We arrived at the Hard Rock Hotel . The place was a ghost town. (no, everyone, not literally - no ghost stories this time). Smiling Sara was there to meet us and after checking in, we made our way to the
Webber and I were able to talk Sara into riding the Hulk (the other two wimped out).
Oh boy, during that day of rides and rollercoasters did we learn a lot about LC and her bodily functions. That skinny little biatch ate half a chicken, rice and beans and a salad for lunch and later announced her necessity to drop the kids off at the pool. I was a bit buzzed from the drinks and the G forces imparted on my ancient brain and was on TMI overload.
TMI to be continued............