On saturday night, I got to experience me again.

(Does that sound as seventies cheesy to y'all as it does to me??)

Seriously, though, conspiring happened amongst those that love me to get me out of the house, away from being mom and near alcohol. So Eric stayed home with Dylan and I road tripped to Columbus for dinner and a party.

And it was wonderful. Very, very, very, very wonderful :^)

I met new people, hung out, ate yummy sushi, had a few drinks and had several people remark on how nifty and cool it was to see *me* out and about (the emphasis on "me" is because I was silly social butterfly Duffie, who just so happened to have a husband and child, as opposed to wife and mother who needs to get back pretty darn soon).

And then I got to sleep in on sunday. Sleep in. Past when the rest of the house gets up. Happiness and joy!

Yes, I believe there should be much more of these occasions in the future... :^)