I got a little Instagram-happy on Saturday, so many of you already know that I got to have a night out with my siblings and cousins and it was a stone blast. So much fun! So little time! I think we crammed in enough celebrating to last at least a couple of months. Earlier in the day we gathered at my aunt and uncle's house to do our annual post-holiday gift exchange, then we left the four kids (ranging from 10 months to 4 years) with our sainted parents and hightailed it into the city for the night. HR is usually pretty cool with being left in his grandparents' care and it was a bonus that he had a chance to have all that time to play with his cousins. I like to think that they'll be doing the same kind of thing in 20 years.
We "adults" got to have a proper fancy dinner, then bopped around different establishments until last call, moving about like an amorphous blob of obnoxious good-timery. Rolling with our homies, and we don't care. Something like that. Anyway, I feel so lucky we got to pull it together, and it's going to be an annual occurrence. Maybe next time I won't pay so dearly the next day for going so hard, but my learning curve goes out the window when there's so much celebratory energy off which to feed. A day spent in sweatpants pounding coconut water seems like a small penance for such a rave-up.
Other things of note happened, one being that my dear girl Tanya gave birth to a perfect baby boy last week, and it looks like I'll be planning a trip to Houston in the near future. Also my Gram had a fall during the sleepover night (she was there too) and though she's ok, it makes me feel a nagging sick because all I can think of is that when Memere started falling everything went downhill pretty fast. It does me no good to think that way, and I'll do my best to stop. Just, oh you goddamn universe. Here's to the babies and the good times, may they stay ever in the lead.
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