I am headed downtown for a long overdue night out with the Ya's. No kids, no husbands and a big fat hotel suite (thanks to Kjirsten at Hyatt.)
Just a night out to live it up with my ladies.
I am imagining this:
Our husbands are imagining this:
But sadly, here is how the night usually ends:
We have all taken a vow that we will NOT go back to the hotel room and order room service at midnight. There will be an hourly shot mandate put in place and above all, I expect no less than this from everyone: