More Than a Mom In Aspen

Phew. That's all I can say about the last couple of weeks. It's been a nonstop party around my place and almost every morning I've awakened grumbling "Ow, my (bleepin) head." Totally Awesome! No really. I've been looking forward to not being pregnant/breastfeeding for like three years. That's a heck of a dry spell. I bumped into Robin downtown last week. I was hauling a party pig from the Rock Slide in heels and it was killing my arms but there was no way I was going to drop the 2 1/2 gallons of liquid fun no matter who I bumped into. We had some company from Australia for a couple of days. If you don't know any Aussies, let me tell ya, they LOVE to drink. And being lovely hosts, we totally accommodated with local brew and frosty glasses. We went to Aspen. I have lived in Colorado almost my whole life and I've never been to Aspen so it was an adventure for all of us. I parked right across from the Hotel Jerome and said "Okay, what do you guys want to do?" Uh, duh, we had to stop to drink some more beer. Then I watched my mates play Pretty Woman emerging from trendy shops with bags full of Roxy and Prada. That exchange rate and falling dollar were of benefit to my friends who in turn did their part to stimulate the economy. Not to feel left out, I bought myself an Aspen t-shirt for which I immediately had buyers regret. It's so show-offy. Eh to Aspen. It's a'ight I guess. We returned to GJ and drank more beer and drank more beer. And the tears flowed when they left. So Marty and I drank some more beer. That's the Aussie spirit! At this point you may be wondering what my point is so I'll get to it already. The point is I actually sat and had fun with people who didn't ask me how my kids are or what they do or blah blah. They wanted to know about me. They didn't want to know about my potty training whoa or how many hours of labor it took to get them out. My kids were there in the background of course. I had to excuse myself to give them baths and put them to bed. But, for awhile, I was just Richie again, independent of my kids. I suppose I should feel guilty for that, but I don't. It felt good to be more than just a mom for awhile. I suppose the beer helped.