New Years Eve is magical for everyone, whether you're tucked in at home, or you're out on the town. I was out on the town. Murphy works for Pittsburgh Opera, so he was able to get us tickets! The best part? Two FREE tickets so my new friends Helena and Kurt could join us. You'll hear about that in a sec. I think I should tell you how the whole night went down.
Earlier that day Murhpy and I are exploring. YAY. That's really all we did. We drove around looking at neighborhoods. I LOVE to look at houses, except, "babe! Look at that one!" Response: *grunt....snort....sniffle* Oh -yeah, that's a nice one. Want to know who was which? I was the very tired number two. Poor Murphy....
After that thrilling adventure, Murphy takes me to dinner at Bahama Breeze. Anyone know what that is? It's like Cheeseburger in Paradise...? It was okay -too overpriced, if you ask me. Anyway...Closer to the gala I'm getting ready. I did an excellent job. I got my make-up AND hair done in an hour and a half, and am ready to put my dress on. Before I tell you how this goes down, just know that I love my husband, and he really is a great guy.
This is us:
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| I'm holding onto the wall -it's not a stripper pole, I PROMISE. Murphy's using the bed for extra leverage... |
This is what we're saying:
Me: Okay, babe. I'm ready for you to zip up the dress!
Murphy: Mkay -are you sure?
Me: Yeah ...why?
Murphy: becasue you can't go to the bathroom after I zip you...
Me: *sigh* I'm fine. Just zip.
Murphy: *starts zipping until half way* *starts grunting at half way* Geeze babe...I dunno....
Me: What do you mean, "you don't know"?
Murphy: it feels a little too small....
Me: excuse me? (Getting angry now...you know....)
Murphy: you know the zipper...it just...it's not moving....*throws up hands in frustration*
Me: is it stuck? have you tied the bow yet? (Now I'm the two P's of death: pissed and panicked...)
Murphy: *ties bow, starts zipping, and resumes grunting* Sheesh....oh man....uhmmmm....
Me: JUST ZIP THE DRESS
Murphy: I CAN'T ZIP THE DRESS
Me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? *desprately starts grabbing at fabric...*
Murphy: oh...that helps..
Me: *exhales*
Murphy: *zips dress* WHEW!
Me: *evil stair of death*
By this point, I'm complete sweaty and have little bits of hair falling down from the super awesome hair-do that took me 40 minutes to create. But hey -a little hair spray, and a look in the mirror, I'm doin' okay. The dress wasn't THAT small.... *cough*
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So since he's working, we get there at least 30 minutes early. I'm just sitting...waiting...he's doing bassist-stuff. So finally it's getting closer to time. It's the day I've been waiting months for -tonight is the night I get to meet my new friend. Seriously though -we've been blogging buddies for a year, and she tells hilarious stories. You'd be pretty excited too!
So I'm sitting -staring at the door like a creeper and all of these beautiful, slim, done up women are walking in and I'm thinking -oh no -their dresses fit, they're SO going to know that I'm an imposter! I'm a size 14-16 and they're going to know!!!!! So I decide that watching the door was only damaging my psyche and picked up my phone to do important stuff. Like facebook....
So I'm facebooking for a bit, until I'm self conscious again -I was the only one on my phone too.... Just as I'm plummeting towards the tunnel of despair (I have serious self consciousness issues, if you can't tell...and maybe some drama ones too...) I see them! After a brief pep talk ("briana -you WILL not scare them...you will not scare them....) I went over to say hello! She and her husband were SO wonderful and friendly. It was seriously the easiest time I've ever had making a friend.
So after visiting for a few minutes, we went into the hall, talked a little opera, and watched the show. It was excellent. Lots of Diva's, you know. I LOVE the opera; I could seriously listen to it every day for the rest of my life and be content. I'm not sure why I started loving it, and maybe it loved me first...not sure. Anyway -the show went on (had some meow-ing too!) and we heard some of the patrons participating too! There was a snorer in the back (really funny -grunts and grumbles in all!), and then a very drunk and confused diamond-&-kimono pants suite-wearing patron came and plopped into someone else's seat, was kicked out, and then sat elsewhere. It was HILARIOUS.
After the performance came the party. I LOVE parties. This one included deserts (chocolate mousses, cakes, custards, cheeses, and tortes. I got so excited I spilled my champagne all over the place (and probably on Helena too -she just wasn't going to admit it. Sorry...)! We danced for a bit, heard a marriage proposal, and danced some more.
I was having some serious hunger issues, so we busted that hot-dog joint for some tasty Steak & Shake (most belovedly called Stake & Wait...)! At this point, it was easily 1:30. At S&S we talked about books, and crafts, sex shops and jobs while our husbands politely discussed careers, school, and music while shooting us dirty looks. It's nice to know that our husbands like each other, right? I also suppose that it's good that they KNOW they married chronic oversharers and to just ignore or redirect us.
After we'd exhausted ourselves (read: the husbands were getting too sleepy...) we hopped over to borrow some books (YAY for trashy romance novels! ;) hehehe....), said goodbye and went our separate ways.
I admit -I was sad to leave Pitts on Saturday, but am looking forward to going back! :D
Happy New Year, y'all! ;)
Keep on keepin' on!