There I am, out with some friends. (It was technicality a Girl’s Night Out, arranged by carabee- but I used the occasion to celebrate my birthday- cause I like to make things all about me.) And not one but TWO rants came out of it:

ONE- I get a text from my ex “Where r u, the kids don’t know when they will c u” Appartently, he had called the kids shortly after I left and he asked what was going on- and they tell him I’m gone. Not ‘out’, not ‘gone to dinner’, no, no, no- I’m GONE. And, of course, my ex is like WTF? and texts me to see what is up. I text to let him know that I have just left the house and will be back in two hours. I understand his concern. What I DON’T understand is how my kids- who I fed dinner, got in the shower, reviewed ’rules for when I was out’, and kissed goodbye- could count me as ‘gone’ three minutes after I walk at the door! I feel the love, y’all, I feel the love.

TWO- (To understand this you have to understand that many of the restaurants in downtown Baltimore are in old houses. These are not spacious dining rooms, people, your next table is almost certainly going to be, uh, closer than you expect). Mysterly, in the middle of dinner the diners next to us get up and switch seats. But they don’t just do it quietly, oh, no, no, they get up suck face- we’re talking FULL ON TONGUE- and then sit down. I did NOT need to see that.

But the food was awesome, the company divine, the conversation fun. I had a great time, and hope to do it again soon.  Which Cara may have cottoned on to when I dropped to my knees on the way out and begged her tearfully to do it again soon. I miss adults, y’all.

@elliebelliekids, @dishes_laundry, @carabee, and @marymac

Missing from this photo is @dipaolamomma who had to duck out before I could take a photo.

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