Partay Weekend and Where’s my Brain?

This weekend, I did something I haven’t done since my twenties.  I went out everyday and night and partied into the wee hours.

Today I’m paying.  For it.

Saturday morning it started early.  For we were Strawberry Festival Parade Marchers.  Zill marched in a two-layer, black uniform for three miles, in the blazing sun, swinging and blooting her trombone.

She was incredibly thoughtful.  Because.  To make sure I would have as much fun as she was having, she volunteered me to be film-o-mom-grapher, also dressed in black.  And, um.  Platform shoes.  The only comfortable black shoes I own besides boots and Heelies.

Nevermind that I never really used my camcorder.  I had one.  And had to learn it in like five minutes.

Yeah.  I didn’t do my prep work.  Because.  I didn’t know that red meant “film-o-progress” and green meant “film-o-pause”.  But after I recorded the street and my shoes a few times, I figured it out.  Before the parade started, too.  Go me!  And, um.  Zill.  Who told me how to work da ting!

Also, my pre-knowledge of Strawberry Festival Parade Marching did not include the fact that I would be running circles around the 150+ member of band/orchestra, filming from all angles.

I should have worn the Heelies, huh?  But again.  I didn’t do my prep work.  Because.  Though I own Heelies, I don’t know how to use them.

Yeah.  So.  It was hot.  Way hot.  And my quads and feet were on fire.  Feel the burn.  Somehow, I managed the race in heels without twisting my ankles.

And then.  Finally.

The Strawberry Festival Parade Marching was over.  Rest for my toasted tootsies.   Ahhhhh!

A little nap after that I needed, because a wine tasting event was planned for the evening.  Girls night ow-t.  Oh.  I would be home early, I assured my family.  Yeah.  Early, early in the morning.

They paid me back by awaking me seemingly moments after I fell asleep, so I could make Belgian waffles for the gang.  I almost fell asleep in the batter.

Good thing I caught a few zzzzzzzz’s in my breakfast.  Because.  Sunday night.  Was Sheila’s stand-up gig at the Comedy Store!  Yay Sheila!  I laughed so hard and so much, I laughed up my uvula.

Yeah.  I returned home early, early in the morning again.

Then today.

Macy woke me up at sunrise.  Not to make Belgian Waffles.  But for bladder relief.  It was like that Peed-Her-Pants movie with Tinkle-Bell.

I chugged a Rock Star to be A Lert.  Because the world needs more Lerts.  Also.  We had planned for a family of six drop in for a visit.

So.  I don’t know where my Brain is.  But I sure Funned it out of the Box this Weekend!

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