Suburban Saturday

Yesterday, I started my day with a 7:15 am workout, a pit stop at Target for beer and a Pumpkin Spice Latte, and then headed out to my girl, Linda’s house in the suburbs to spend the day watching football, eating fall foods, and drinking. My day ended with playing quasi-drunken Hide and Seek with her three-year-old. 

Linda’s and my teams both secured awesome victories, and it was Linda’s birthday this week, so the day was fueled early on by my sponsor, Coors Light¹, but it quickly turned into poppin’ bottles after our games were over. I learned that champagne makes Hide and Seek a lot more fun (also, do you capitalize Hide and Seek? I’m too lazy to Google, so we’re just gonna go with yes…). 

Other things I learned while playing Hide and Seek with a heavy buzz on a Saturday night:

-3-year-olds don’t really get the whole ‘secret’ part of the game, and it’s hilarious.

-3-year-olds copy all of your hiding spots, and the mature adult in you is cool with it, but the immature child in you is like “GET OFF MY JOCK AND FIND YOUR OWN HIDING SPOTS, BRO!”

-3-year-olds can’t find you if you hide next to a table. Not under it. Next to it. Like, if you just sit on the floor. They can’t find you. And it’s awesome.

-I don’t fit under an art easel made for 3-year-olds.

-My 32-year-old knees can’t kneel for more than 45 seconds.

-Take your champagne with you when you hide. 

-Hiding alone in a pitch black garage is absolutely terrifying. Even if you’re in one of the safest neighborhoods in your city, and you have your champagne.

Cheers to a Sunday Funday of being woken up by that same little 3-year-old crawling in bed with you before she wakes up her mom, because you’re the best drunk ‘aunt’ this side of the Mississippi.

-Bev

¹Coors Light is not my sponsor, but they will be some day. In the meantime, I’m just gonna keep doin’ me… Because if you build it, they will come.