Went to a party Saturday night with Paige. Believe it or not, she wasn’t sick of me by then. It was mostly (ok, more than mostly) people from her work. It was really fun. Had a blast. There was a lot of alcohol consumed. Enough so that memories are a little foggy. Not mine, I remember it all. I know Paige has gaps. From what I could tell, I liked everyone I talked to. I wonder if Chastity remembers everything we talked about. Hope so. I liked her. Who else? Ok, I guess there are gaps in my memory. I’m horrible with names, anyway. Nope, they’re gone. I’ll update this post when I remember more names. And what was up with that friend of Lulu’s brother? He would not shut up! OMG! At least he did it to everyone. (Decided to leave it alone. Don’t want to incriminate the guilty)

While we’re on the subject of me going to a party with someone who is not my wife…And? What’s wrong with that? Don’t husbands and wives have friends? I go out with guy friends. At least, I would if any lived around here. I go out with girl friends. And Lisa does, too. We chat online, call, email. Whatever. It’s not like we’re sneaking around. Cheating on each other. There are no secrets between us. We tell each other everything we do. Or, we tell how ever much the other wants to know. And everyone we’re with knows this. Knows we’re married. If they have a problem with it, bye. We will never leave each other. We will never go out with someone the other doesn’t approve of. I know some people can’t wrap their heads around it. Sucks to be them. It’s good to have friends. It’s even better to have more friends.