The night the Annies shook their groove thang


So there I was. I had run 4.3 miles, rounded up some moving boxes, taken a hot bath, eaten some summer sausage as a late dinner (I know – what on earth? WHY do I have two gigantic summer sausages in my fridge?), and was wearing my flannel duck pajamas (don’t judge), ready to turn in early for the night. When this Annie called me.

And before you could say “fat salami links,” I was in my skinny jeans and heels, slapping on some lip gloss, and oomphing my hair as I ran out the door. Because I’m sorry, but when certain girlfriends call, you have no choice but to put on your Go Get ‘Ems and hit the town.

The details are probably not bloggable, because some stories are not mine to share. But let’s just say that the evening took us places we could not have planned. And when you find yourself on a honky tonk dance floor with your pals the Hollywood actor and the country rock star, and there are air kisses being traded and tourist pictures being taken, and your friend gets up with the band to sing “Blue Suede Shoes,” and you dance even though you don’t dance, and you feel happy to be single, and you don’t make it home until 2am, and you only get a few hours of sleep before rolling into work looking like a complete and total train wreck just in time for the company Christmas picture…

Let’s just say that I may have found the reason for my boring job.

Because I don’t know that I could handle much more excitement than I experienced last night.



  1. Southern Gal on December 18, 2008 at 12:42 PM

    Oh, come on. You girls are driving me batty here. Name drop already!


  2. Sarah on December 18, 2008 at 1:31 PM

    I LOVE nights like this! Mine don’t come along too often, but when they do they are great. Merry Christmas and let me know if you need help packing. I come with my own tape gun!

  3. Deborah Barnett on December 18, 2008 at 1:59 PM

    That’s it. I’m changing my name to Annie. Debbie’s apparently don’t have nearly the fun. Despite the rumors.

  4. Jodie on December 18, 2008 at 2:23 PM

    So this lip gloss, was it the one you wore in your photoshoot with your sis-in-law? Because I’m still coveting it. :) If you don’t mind sharing the brand/color with a sista in need of some slammin’ lip color. :)

    By the way, I wish y’all could blog the details, because truly, you’re killing me.

    And yes! Yay for singleness and long nights with friends! (I say that as a married girl with 3 children, whose long nights generally involve high temperatures and throw-ups). Live it up and love it! That’s not to say that this side doesn’t have its perks… I’m just saying – drink deeply of singlehood. It’s a good thing.

  5. [not the] Best Blog Ever on December 18, 2008 at 3:48 PM

    Not being any sort of night owl in any way, shape or form, this is SO NOT what I would have done, even in the wild (and I use that term loosely) carefree days of my young singlehood… However – MAN! it sounds like a blast!

    I live vicariously through you now, as a married, pregnant 32-year-old, like I would have done then. Live it up, girl! And thanks for blogging about the fun.

  6. giving up slowly on December 18, 2008 at 5:40 PM

    Atta girl, Annie!!

  7. Lyla on December 18, 2008 at 7:32 PM

    Just a Seattle weather udpate: INCHES of snow, Annie. INCHES. This means people get crazy. Now, you and I are able to keep our heads in snow because we lived in Colorado. However, Seattlites act like the entire SKY is going to fall on them.

    It did mean I got to go home early today, though. All kinds of businesses shut down early.

    My poor boyfriend got kicked off of his defunt bus, walked 3 miles home, and slipped and whacked his head while trying to help a guy push his car out of the snow.

    It sounds like you had a fantastic night! See, you knew you left Seattle for a reason. And it wasn’t because it snows too much.

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