#1255 Prepared for a glass or two

We weren’t quite prepared last night. It was our first ever attendance at a school production that baby girl was in, after all.

But yesterday we had watched. We had taken it in. And we had observed one very strong theme amongst A LOT of the attendees…

And I’m not just talking the parents. Hell no. I’m talking the dozens and dozens of grandparents who were there to see their grandchildren up on stage…

Even they were in on it.

We realised that they were all…

Boozers.

In kinder terms, they ‘enjoyed a glass.’ Or two. Or even three, or more…

We had arrived right on drop-off time, the time at which the kids could then get themselves ready for the show… but we realised that there were plenty of parents, already drinking their half-glasses, looking very relaxed.

What? This was a true social function? They had gotten babysitters for this, arrived half an hour early and gotten on the booze…

Why I never…

Why didn’t anybody tell us?!?! 😉

So tonight, we were prepared. And we sure as hell deserved it, Hubbie more so, as he carried baby girl about 2 blocks, while we all huddled together under an umbrella as the rain poured down amongst us.

He was protecting her penguin ballet feet from getting sploshed in puddles (father of the year right there 😘)

After we had dropped her off, STRAIGHT WE WENT to line up at the bar, ahem, snack bar.

😉

We ordered… I happened to look back behind me, and the line was growing out of control, weaving through the foyer area… and then I spied a fellow mum from baby girl’s class.

I see you!

(Cheers 🍷🍺)

P.S I enjoyed the show much more tonight 😉😉😉

 

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