Actually, I was only kid free Thursday and Friday nights. But still. It was kind of amazing for me. And the kids got to spend quality time with their dad - at Holiday World, no less. A win/ win.
I went to the grocery store and liquor store (essentials, y'all) pretty much as soon as the kids left. I had an evening of "strip and go naked," buffalo ranch dip, and Pinterest planned. That lasted approximately an hour before Kendra called me and was all, "you're coming over here." So I ended up sitting on her patio rather than mine. There was poker and Blue Moon and I woke up Friday with a hangover. That's how you know you've had a damn good thirsty Thursday, my friends.
Also? Waking up with a hangover and no kids? Living.the.dream.
Friday night was a bonfire and Bud Light and a truck tailgate and Luke Bryan and four wheelers and homemade moonshine.
I woke up Saturday morning with approximately 80 million mosquito bites, my children back home, and the reminder that I'm not in my 20's anymore.
Seriously. Most true e-card ever. Friday night was spent getting redneck fabulous with 20-something's and I woke up Saturday feeling every single one of my 34 years ... and someone else's 34 years as well. Also? Homemade moonshine -- homemade stuff that burns blue when poured on a fire ("hey y'all! Watch this!") -- is pretty much never a good idea. Seriously, I've never felt more "Tennessee" in the nearly five years I've been here.
Saturday was spent scratching mosquito bites, reminding myself that I'm just as close to 50 as I am to 18, and hearing all about the kids' trip with their dad. In other words: I only got out of bed to replenish my glass of water. Never felt so much like I'd won at life ...
The kids and I finally headed downtown to check out the new Beale Street Landing. I was initially unimpressed but it grew in me. I'll write more about it sometime this week or next. We ended up having a pretty great time. Sometimes it can be a lot of fun being a tourist in your (adopted) hometown. Especially when you talk to actual tourists from places like Norway and Minnesota and they're dying in the heat and you're all like, "really? This is so much cooler than it normally is."
Pretty good Sunday Funday. Pretty good weekend!