Completely Unfair

For those of you who don’t remember I love Widespread Panic and would do anything to see them play. So I had this incredible plan to get back and see them. I convinced my husband to incorporate business with pleasure. I convinced him to go out of town, see widespread and entertain his important clients at the same time. I was so excited he agreed to do it.

So there I was on the road. I had been looking so forward to this night. No kid, a hotel, and Widespread Panic. All I needed was a few cocktails and everything would be perfect. So I thought…

After a day of relaxing in the hotel while hubby worked we were suppose to be picked up at 6:00 for some dinner before the show. But of course our times were off and the important clients were running late. I was fuming, but had to keep my mouth shut.

I was irritated at their tardiness, but when I met them I could care less. They were so cool and nice and I knew they were the perfect people to spend the evening with.

The food was great, but the service truly sucked. Our server must have been stoned out of her mind cause she was the slowest person I’ve ever met. I sipped on my coke, which I had been saving up for. You can only have one cup of caffeine a day when pregnant. And everyone else was getting wasted off sangria and half price tequila shots. I was so jealous and started to get irritated. Especially since everyone was partying their brains out and I was only enjoying my caffeine buzz that would be over real soon.

We got the venue and the unthinkable happened. WE JUST MISSED WIDESPREAD. I was shocked!!! The girl who is never late misses her favorite band play. Not to mention this night was my idea. I was pregnant and sober out of my mind. I couldn’t stop laughing because I was stunned and my husband couldn’t stop apologizing. I wanted to freak out so badly, but I didn’t. I let it pass. We were with business people and I couldn’t let them see that side of me.

We watched the Allman Brothers which was great, but not what I was looking forward to. Husband and friends continued to booze it up and dance.

After the show they dropped me off and the last thing hubby said was “love you, I will be home in an hour.” Well about 4 hours later I wake up to his pitter patter and find out its 2:30. Then I wake up at 7:00 to him vomiting in the bathroom. Sounded like he really tied one on.

To make a long story short. I had to drive us back to Atlanta that afternoon in the pouring down rain. Husband was too hung over and couldn’t keep his eyes open. As I drove I could not stop laughing. I missed Widespread, couldn’t even drink, couldn’t continue out to the bars, and I end up driving my hung over husband back home in shitty weather. What a night! MOST wives would kill there husband, but I have another idea.

Until Next Time,
Party Mom

Hubby if you are reading this. How does NYE Panic sound??? Babysitter (all night), cab downtown, and booze. I think you owe me BIGTIME!!!