Starting in the Basement

Since I started growing a human our weekends have been a little different.  Not that we were party animals before but now I am more of a nap animal.  I try to do at least one activity a day on the weekends but it is still difficult to stay up past 11.  Last weekend we had to go to a party. Ugg.  Two of Frenchie’s friends were visiting from France so there was a BBQ for them (luckily not at our house) Saturday night.  I tried to take a nap during the day but I was too excited about getting my new iPhone and did not sleep.  Frenchie wanted to get there early to spend more time with his friends so we arrived at the party at 5:00 p.m. which is incredibly early for a party with French people.

Needless to say the rest of the French party did not arrive for many more hours and by the time the party was getting started I was ready for bed.  I ended up hiding inside for a bit (half an hour) to pet the cats.  Frenchie kept suggesting I lie down and take a nap during the party which I thought was a bit ridiculous.  Sure, maybe if I was drunk and could no longer keep my head up it would be acceptable to pass out.  Or even if I was 9 months pregnant and huge it might make sense but right now I just look a little bloated and nobody at the party knew I was pregnant so it just would have been weird.  Instead I had another soda and a slice of pie which gave me the sugar rush needed to at least sit amongst the party.

I ended up discovering that I am a bit of a bitch when sober at a party.  I started judging all the other girls, especially the American ones, and making fun of them to myself.  Way to take the high road Emily.  As we finally drove home at 11:30 I recapped my version of the party to Frenchie and my opinion of every partygoer.  Luckily Frenchie is a bit of a judger himself so he was happy to play along but it made me feel a little icky.  Maybe it is the hormones?