Now, i knew that cooler fete was Saturday nite; it’s the 1 fete here that i always look forward to every year and what did i do? instead of keeping my ass quiet (see Spoon Theory) for the day, i did all sorts of things – had a massage, got my nails done, went to lunch blah blah blah…so even though i was feeling okay when i got home, by the time fete time rolled around i had about 3 spoons left!! ugh!!! Didn’t let that stop me (altho i was mat at myself) and as it turned out, we were as far from the restroom as we could have been!, so u can just imagine the mess i was in when the stupid ass cops (ASSHOLES have nothing better to do with their time but mess up a very good time) stopped the party and sent us packing! This time around, i allowed K and H to carry me out (they formed a seat with their hands – isn’t there a name for that hold? i normally politely decline whenever someone asks if i want to be carried) because, of course, we would probably now be getting to the car if i’d walked out on my own.
Good time, altho i know better and should not have galavanted all day like i have unlimited number of spoons to play with!