Here are some light pink peonies.
So, my four day weekend got a ridiculous start. I dropped Coadster off at the high school baseball game and Stinky off at an end of Freshman year party, then headed to my beautiful friend S.'s house. We were planning on a nice mellow girl night with amazing food and some wine. It sounded like just what the doctor ordered.
Here are some darker pink peonies.
Once it got dark out, things started to get weird. My friend S., my friend K. and myself were sitting outside at S.'s table, when we saw two guys lurching toward us. We were a little apprehensive at first, but then after we talked to them and tried to get them on their way, we realized they were just young, harmless drunk guys in their early twenties. One of them vanished fairly soon, but the other one stayed and talked to us for over an hour and then called another friend of his to pick him up and he decided to hang out with us for a while too.
He kept trying to tell me how young he thought I looked. At first I looked 27, then he said I looked 19. I told him to keep drinking and I'd get down to 12 years old soon. He also told me that I could go to any bar in this town and get whatever guy I wanted. I thanked him, but informed him that most women could. It doesn't matter what we look like, or how heinous our personalities, basically women just have to show up to hook up.
Here are my first snap dragons of the season. Aren't they cute?
After we talked a little while longer, I realized that his girlfriend played soccer with my daughter. So, I showed them a picture of my daughter from my phone and asked them if they knew her. Turns out, they did. Coadster had been to parties at their house before. I texted Coady to tell her about it and she was really confused. She called me to ask me why I was hanging out with her friends. I explained a little of what was going on, and then handed the phone to the one boy, who proceeded to tell my daughter he thought I looked 19 and that next time I dropped her off at a party that I should come in too. Yeah, that will never happen, but we all got a good laugh out of it.
So much for our mellow girl's night. Maybe next time, we'll have to drink in the safety of our homes.