Girl's night; required for sanity

So we had girl's night a week ago and because of my sickness I slacked at getting the pics and story up.  

We reiterated my old soul once again as discussed here and here:

We were all discussing what to get for dinner at the Old CA Minning CO, and several people mentioned the all you can eat salad bar and soup.  To which I asked “oh how good is the salad bar?”  And they replied “It’s okay but go look at it if you are concerned.”  So, I did and then said “That the Sizzler had a way better salad bar!’  I mean all this salad bar had was lettuce a few toppings and salad dressing.  Sizzler has a mini Hometown Buffet for their salad bar, and paying $10 bucks isn’t that big of a deal.  I want variety in my all you can eat salad and soup combo especially since we only had three soup choices.  The girls were making fun of me because only old people go to Sizzler apparently, but in my defense I have been there probably once in the last five years.  Too bad that one time was at like 4.  I just can’t get away from my old soul.

Making fun of me for not wanting the salad bar.  Was it as great as you say? I think not!

The second part of the evening was playing Apples to Apples, drinking wine and eating homemade Pizookie.  Which if you have never had, go to the nearest BJ’s restaurant and try one now!  Below is the requisite girls night supplies, and for the record I bought six bottles of wine because they were on sale, and the 7th was bought by someone else.  We only opened two!  I promise!

At least I am young at heart

Here is the lesson I have been taught this week by life experiences, and I hope God is using his sense of humor here because it is quite ridiculous.  Please learn from these because frankly I don’t think God teaches in this way to anyone else, and your way just might not be as fun.

23 was my last year of youngness.  Since then I have been on a steady decline in the ability to function properly.  This was demonstrated in two ways this past week:

a.       First, when you see a man driving a Vespa and you think he has a bird glued to his shoulder, just because it is close to Halloween, it is most certainly not a bird.  Also, slowing down your car to see if it is a crow or other black bird is not necessary and you should realize your brain is playing tricks on you.  AKA, another reason I am probably going blind or losing my ever loving mind.

b.      Second, never let a teenager stand on your back / butt while you are pretending to be a surf board in a game.  Said teenager will step perfectly on your back and cause your neck to lock up, and force you to walk around like Frankenstein all evening.  Plus driving is now impossible causing you to walk home in the snow 500 miles all up hill in the dark.