Last night was girls' night out. A bunch of moms from the playgroup donned their least mom-like clothes (some to greater effect than others; my style was for sure on the low end), grabbed purses instead of diaper bags and hit the town. I felt old. When a few of us ventured out onto the dance floor (where the DJ was spinning a mix that would be aptly titled, "Greatest Hits of WBAIS Junior High School Dances, 1991-1992"), it was to work off the cake we'd just eaten, not to impress guys under the influence of too many martinis. Kris Kross (remember them?) made us jump, jump; we heard some vintage Michael Jackson; and Snow made a cameo. And, 20 years later, other than "a lecky boom boom down," I still have no idea what he is saying.
Sorry, no pictures. The cake was pretty good, though.