Dirty

Last night was spent celebrating hubby's 30th birthday. We went out to our favorite happy hour spot (of course no drinking for me) and were joined by our Austin friends. For a work night and being the old farts that we are, I was happily surprised to find that everyone showed up...and stayed out for dinner. Of course hubby was given tons of nasty shots back to back and was well on his way to passing out... quick, which he did eventually do (sorry, Babe...that's just what you do).

There were four of us left when dinner was done and after a few last shots and letting the guys finish flirting with the waitress at our first stop, we headed to another bar for another nasty shot and a third bar for the dirtiest shot of all. The guys flipped through the drink menu and came upon a shot that would accelerate the death of hubby's night. Absinthe. They it took down like a champ, with the help of my hot chocolate chaser. After the inevitable drunken deep converstations about life, we headed back to the first place for more shots and more flirting with the waitress. 10 shots and several drinks later, we made our way home, but the entertainment was not quite over for me. Trying to walk a grown ass, drunk man to the car, into the house, upstairs and into bed has been the most difficult task I've had to do as a pregnant lady...in high heels no less! It was good times and hubby loved every minute of it. So thanks to everyone who made it out and got my husband drunk. It was a successful Dirty Thirty birthday.