Many of you ask why I never post pics of myself. Well, I do, but admittedly not that often. It’s not because I’m trying to stay mysterious – I regularly post about gas for crying out loud – it’s just that no one really takes pics of me that often. So. This weekend there were a few pictures taken of me. The fact that I am sweaty, and drunk in a bar should probably be explained.

We went to Ithaca this weekend to visit Jesse’s father, step-mother and grandfather. Huns and Andrew also went up. We love going to Ithaca because it always means good food, happy kids and free babysitting!
The free babysitting allows for us parents to go haunt college bars and pretend we’re still young. I could totally pass for a college student, right? RIGHT?
Our adventure at The Chapter House began with an adorable bar tender that didn’t know the first thing about bar tending. She was cute – but that was the only thing she had going for her. This girl couldn’t even pour a beer correctly.
After three attempts at getting her to make my signature drink (a lemon drop martini for those of you keeping a scrap book of things you love about me) I gave up and said, “Just give me a Cosmo.”

She poured vodka into a glass and put a lime on the side. She then tossed a stir straw into the mix and set it in front of me. I was confused. I am certainly no expert when it comes to bar tending – or even drinking for that matter – but isn’t making a Cosmo on the exit exam for every bar tending 101 class? It’s not like I was asking her to entertain me with bottle flips ala Tom Cruise in Cocktail.

Two hot chicks at a bar. Literally. It was at least 107º in there!

Huns stepped in and taught her the secret way to turn a Cosmo pink. (Cranberry juice, for you beginners out there.) Why am I going on about our misadventures at the bar? The REAL fun started when we all decided to play pool. By that I mean we all said, “Let’s go play pool!” and I went to the pool area while everyone else stayed at the bar for twenty minutes.

Don’t worry – I wasn’t alone for long! That’s right, within minutes I was joined by two of Cornell’s finest. Well, technically ONE of Cornell’s finest, and his friend visiting from the Midwest; Ben and Evan, respectively. They regaled me with tales of  Ben’s big win at the robosub competition in San Diego.

Jealous? Robo Ben is on my right giving you that saucy wink. Oh, and ladies? They’re single!

By the time everyone finally decided to join me, I was officially drunk. Somewhere between claiming I could drive a bus full of kindergartners, and that moment, I had convinced the other bar tender to impress me with his lemon drop making abilities. He did.

Andrew bet me a buck that I couldn’t sink a ball when I broke. He later called it ‘the weakest break he had ever seen’, but lookie there – that’s me with my winnings:

Pool shark

The bar was pretty low key. We met an adorable ichthyologist named Erin (Hi Erin!). Erin schooled the boys in pool. She is studying a beetle that hurts pine trees? (If I got that right I will be amazed. My memory of our conversation is foggy at best.)

Erin the ichthyologist (bug lover)

My favorite quote of the night? That would have to be Huns saying something along the lines of, “I like it when you’re drunk! You’re not such a bitchy mom – you’re fun instead!” Thank you, Huns. I’ll be sure to remind you of this when you yourself have morphed into a “bitchy mom”. (Of four boys)

We played darts. Jesse and I kicked butt because the dart board kept giving us Andrew’s and Huns’ points because we are awesome dart players!!

Drunk and sweaty

All in all it was a fun night. Maybe we’ll do a repeat performance when we go to Maine this year. Mugga can babysit, and we can go practice being lushes with the townies.

Three lemon drops and a “Cosmo”

If you run into us stumbling down the side of the road, don’t worry – I’m a happy drunk!

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