When was the last time you felt comfortable, crazy, drunk enough to do this?Really. Paris looks like she's just having fun. Pure fun. When you have kids, a job, bills to pay, get older do you ever really get to just have fun? When was the last time you let it all hang out? Me? Two years ago this past May. It hung out. Then it came flying out of my mouth, I admit. The fun went a taaaad too far! But hot darn it felt good to just let loose. Is everyone else's life all commitment and caretaking and responsibility and anxiety about the future? And (borrowing from my favorite movie "Parenthood") is your whole life "have to?" I miss fun. I do.
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Kim, you're going to absolutely HATE me and I may get barred from yur blog but I'm about to find out/remember what fun is - just got one night a month KID FREE every month!!! Can you beleive it??? I don't know weather to party or sleep!!
I hear you, sister. Every minute is have-to. The worst part is I'm afraid I don't remember HOW to have fun. Clubs? Too old. Plays, movies? I don't want to sit around even more for my entertainment. Hate shopping, the last party I went to the husbands were groping other men's wives. Yuck. It's all very depressing.
Amanda, party until you fall asleep! Enjoy. No hatred here, but you must provide details each month.
Anon, you live in my old swinging neighborhood? Where on earth were husband's groping other people's wives? I'm not that bad looking and no one ever approaches me!
I've been recovering from a broken hip. At 53. It's been three long months of no funny business.
Not to mention, I'm afraid of tabletops now.
Party on, Kim. Whenever you can.
I miss being 25, that's it... The freedom, the youth... But I feel no desire to party like Paris right now, I'd rather have a nice dinner or get-together with intelligent friends, or play with my kid.
Two years ago, I sliced off a piece of my thumb while prepping dinner when a visiting relative asked me what I do for fun.
"I don't do anything for fun" I said -- Whack !!
Since then, I've gone back to school for a master's degree, get away to writers conferences and readings, go on a date w/hubby once in a while -- hey, it's not swinging on poles (not usually!), but it's my adult version of fun.
I don't miss that slice of finger - it helped me wake up.
I remember fun...vaguely.
Man, I would KILL to get groped! KILL, I TELL YOU! My poor sad neglected butt may remain ungrabbed for the rest of my life.
Fun? Yes, I work at a tedious office job just so I have colleagues who take me out drinking once in a blue moon. Also, lately I've been throwing parties. With LOTS of wine.
Seriously, wine may be the secret to fun after forty. Kim and everyone, I have plenty of wine and food if anyone wants to drive to Boston on Friday. I'm expecting ten girlfriends, but hey, there's room for many more.
Groped means your butt? I was thinking your chest, which is why I assume I am often (OK, always) overlooked. I'm a "Grope A Nope!"
Don't get me wrong - I do have fun - often! I get into the city, MArk and I go out often - But I'm talking about the uncensored, free to be you and me kind of crazy dancing on the bar fun in the photo.
Does that just go away when you have kids? Can you (or I) EVER really relax? And does having special needs kids make it more difficult or easier since if I DID do something crazy they can't tell their friends on Monday!
Groped means your butt? I was thinking your chest, which is why I assume I am often (OK, always) overlooked. I'm a "Grope A Nope!"
Don't get me wrong - I do have fun - often! I get into the city, MArk and I go out often - But I'm talking about the uncensored, free to be you and me kind of crazy dancing on the bar fun in the photo.
Does that just go away when you have kids? Can you (or I) EVER really relax? And does having special needs kids make it more difficult or easier since if I DID do something crazy they can't tell their friends on Monday!
Don't kill me.
I have fun. I do it every chance I can. I look like that at the supermarket or pumping gas.
My Gay is throwing me a birthday party on Friday night, and I plan to look like Paris in my new Seven Jeans (ebay, $25 dollars, thank you Kim Stagliano) and my stilettos, swilling as many Lemon Drop Martinis as I can. WHY not? I work hard. I parent hard. Grandma can take over for the night.
I go to gay bars with My Gay and yes, last time I was there I was groped by a bi-sexual guy who thought that he'd like to "sample" me.
I declined, and went home to my husband, but I highly recommend the experience.
I'll take whatever I can get.
Drama, did I tell you I saw "Die Mommy Die" a couple of weeks ago?
PSYCH!
;)
Have a blast and happy early Bday! Groped by a bisexual means both butt AND chest?
Just the butt.
And it was very aggressive.
Yes, I KNOW you saw "Die Mommy Die."
How was it, you freakin' wench? Did you bring her flowers?
Of course I brought a diva flowers. You think I ain't got no theatah etiket? Gorgeous dark purple tulips!
And just to set your teeth completely on edge.... Charles is my agent's partner. And I'm gonna get to MEET him! And guess who is one of their best friends? Hint: CAN WE TAWK?
And to make you completely turn green? At the National Autism Assoc. conference I won a signed copy of John Water's book SHOCK VALUE. I gave it to my brother's partner - he's a movie fanatic and he and Rich came to DMD with me.
Hate me hate me hate me!
(How's the kids? All good? Here too.)
Once a year I go away for a weekend with my college girlfriends. I hope the pappazzi don't hear of our weekend and stake us out (again).
Drunk enough to do this?
You mean, Paris, keeping her pants ON?
Ummmm...you trying to get a Drag Queen beat-down?
So. Jealous.
Listen, when you meet Charles, can you wipe his forehead with a napkin and save it for me?
Once or twice a year, my three girlfriends and I get together sans husbands and kids. We get crazy. Not illegal crazy, just stay up all night, drink lots of wine and spill our guts. Not literally spill our guts. Well, maybe sometimes.
Then we let whatever spouse who shows up the next morning make breakfast for our sorry hung over asses.
We call it Bitches Night Out, and we've been doing it for fifteen years.
Hey, there's a book in that!
I went to my husband's staff pool party and the boss groped my ass! Mind you, it was twenty years ago. There's more ass to grab these days.
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