can’t get enough of your love babe

Yesterday’s writing was much more successful. It was almost the sonic boom of writing. I felt the earth move, that’s for sure. Today is going to be a challenge. Schools are closed, so I have to deal with a houseful of people. The earth may be moving today, but in a ‘opening up and swallowing the kids’ kinda way.

Speaking of the earth moving…

I took the boys to meet their grandmother at the movie on Sunday. We got there a little early, so I parked and we just waited in the car. I had my crackberry, so I was happy as a clam texting my friend and trying to take incriminating pics of the boys so I can embarrass them on Facebook. I love being a mom.

After a few minutes, Ian says, “Mom, they’re totally making out over there.” I figured he was just trying to divert me from my picture taking quest, but then one look at his pink ears and open mouth and I realized he was telling the truth.

So I glance at the car next to me and HOLY VOYEUR BATMAN! were they making out! They had laid the passenger seat all the way down and the girl was laid all the way out on the dude. (Thought it was two girls at first. Dude had some long hair, but no. Boy and girl.)

They weren’t out of high school, but were probably both 16. The total abandon they had while dry humping amazed me. I’ll admit, I watched for a while, completely forgetting my kids were in the car. (There goes Mother of the Year again. Dammit!) But I was fascinated (and yeah, I like to watch I was watching for research! Sue me.) It was broad damn daylight. They weren’t even parked in the back of the lot…it was the middle row, maybe the 4th slot. There were cars all around us. If they had wanted privacy, they would’ve gone somewhere else. Or waited til dark.

Listen, I’ll admit to some parking love during the early years. It’s fun. And naughty. But even I wasn’t brave enough to just park in the middle of a busy day time parking lot and work my way to 2nd base.

Ian tried to pretend not to watch, that was kinda funny. Once they laid the seat down, he couldn’t see anything from where he was sitting, but I had a bird’s eye view. So when the girl slipped her shirt off, I got a really good look at her pretty purple lace bra. (It was a dark purple, almost eggplant) And I got another really good look as the boy’s nervous hand moved from her shoulder, to under her strap, to down…

And then I started the car and drove away. Because you know, there’s only so much watching a girl can do (in the name of research of course) with her kids in the car. And even though I know the kids couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t in good conscience stay there any longer (unfortunately). So I dropped them off with my mom and drove back to my spot to finish watching home. I will admit to being curious. Did he get her bra off? In the middle of a busy parking lot? In broad daylight?

What say you?

In honor of our young horny couple, I offer you Barry White, dressed in awesome.

dudes. internet friends are awesome

Okay, so I’ve been friends with Robyn (aka Birdrunner) for a very long time. Like since 1994. She and Fishdog were pals in high school and Fishdog was in her wedding. It’s awesome. You should see his awesome hair from 1991.

Anyway…

I’ve also met her sister, Lee (aka Stinkydog) via the internet…and guess who I’m hanging out with right now?

Heeeeeeere’s Stinky!

oh mang. It’s bad. We’ve veen drinking margs since oh, I dunno about 5:14pm. I met Mel at 5:30 and she immediately pressed her breasteses against mine and we realized right away that she had the upper hand. Obvy, she has the superior brain (and boobs… says Mel–you be the judge). Her sons are territorial and will not let me get within 8-10 feet. Her husband has obvious envy against my superior margarita making skills. Her brother-in-law (my god bro, btw) has not showed up yet. We’re thinking about holding it against him.

I feel that all is equalized with tequila. Am I wrong?

evidence of a wicked awesome time

The evening started off a little tame. Here I am getting my books signed by Marley. Aren’t we cute?

I finally met blog-friend Kwana.

Mel and Lulu

Marley and I cozied up for a while.
Then I cozied up to Maria.
Lulu and Elaine boogied.
Kristen, Lulu and Maria: probably talking about something naughty.

Kwana being her cute self.Maureen, Maria and Kristen. DEFINITELY talking about something naughty.
Marley and Diana Peterfreund.
Kristen, Fruit Loin and Louisa: Dirty Dancing 3: Boston Nights.


Who’s tits are these? (a game we often play here at Mel-O-Drama
Shoe Orgy
Told ya they were being dirty…
Further evidence of naughtiness
Kwana and Maureen. Not being naughty AT ALL.

This is how the group looked at 3:00 am
The “After” after party started out at an Irish Pub…where we saw this wicked awesome ass. Kristen and I called him over to the table to tell him he had a wicked awesome ass and to ask if we could see his abs. (Isn’t he just too damn cute?)
He obliged…but Kristen elbowed me so the piccie is blurry. Trust me when I tell you the abs matched the ass

Best part of Boston? When a 28 year old co-worker of Marley’s asked who that “hot blonde” was. Marley said, “Oh Kristen.” (naturally) and he said, “No. The one behind her. With the glasses.”

That would be ME.

Oh yeah. My life is complete. I can die happy.

More tomorrow….

home again

And absolutely wasted. Totally beat.

Will be better tomorrow and will also have evidence pictures to share.

I absolutely had a great time and enjoyed meeting everyone. The party was fab–but the after party? Even fabber.

Oh, and I may even have a Matt Damon story or two for you.

Wicked Awesome.