It's 10:06pm and Mark still isn't home from his date. The minutes are slowly ticking by and I am starting to wonder where on earth they are. I'm not worried. They are bringing home the ice cream. Apparently after two days of round-the-clock eating there is still room for ice cream.
My SC BFF is in town for the weekend. Her husband and Mark have quite the bromance. Mark was tickled pink when he discovered he'd been gifted with some Bobcats box seat tickets and was going to be able to share them with someone who has a shared affinity for shrimp cocktail, wings and blue cheese dressing, and buffets of assorted meats and more meats. The game and the fact that the hometeam is a miserable 5-10 barely mattered. You had me at chicken wings.
The ladies (and one gentleboy) held down the fort while the men went off to enjoy manly mantime things. We opted to eat take-out Welcome to Moe's! then were treated to a lovely concert of rockin' piano playing and singing about rock stars and cowboys and yeah-yeah-yeahs!
No worries, though. The moms will get their evening out tomorrow. Whatever will we do?
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