I forsook South Bitch for an evening of revelry last night. Ate some pasta, drank some (ok, a lot) of wine, swore loudly, wore heels, laughed and danced, and had a great time. Who was my date, you ask? Why myself of course. I really enjoy doing things alone. More than before I had billions of baby birds, much much more. The quiet! The fun! The taste of freedom! The making friends and gabbing with complete strangers! The carbs!

Blessed are the husbands who give their wives a break. And, of course, daddies need breaks too.

Amen.

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And since dieting has replaced sex as my new favorite topic, I must add that the cravings are going away slowly. Last night notwithstanding, following South Beach is slowly glacially getting easier. And some of the cravings and longings that led me to last night’s debauch have now been slaked. I’m looking for the higher love, baby. The proteins and the veggies may not be as exciting as carbs, but they are healthier and keep your head on straight.

Put on a dress and hook me up to the wine-drip, Sally! Mama’s got her CRAZY on!! Tonight is the auction. We’ve got 350 people coming and plan to raise $140,000.

I’ve got a temperature, my house looks like a homeless shelter, my husband isn’t talking to me, and my kids are watching “Cars”… but it’s all good, baby. It’s all good. You know what makes it that way?

It’s the gown and heels, my friend. The Gown. The Heels. The Makeup. The mysterious recent weight-loss. I’m high on flu and sympathy and dirty dishes fumes. And for some bizarre reason, life seems good. Strap me onto the fun wagon, I’m going OUT!

Post Script:
Great time had by all last night… We raised a record amount of money. My feet hurt from the gorgeous PINK high heels I stormed around in, but never was there a happier pinched feet gal in town. Also in the ensemble was 50’s dress with crinoline and appliqued pink roses…matching pink pearls and 50s style make-up (a la Ann-Margret). Sigh. I love Ann-Margret. Am now officially wracked by flu, but I don’t care. Memories of dancing, drinking, flirting, laughing carry me through….

Meanwhile, enjoy her: