It has been said, ‘when life gets tough the tough get going.’ This is exactly what happened on Friday, June 20. Life got tough and Sleepless and I packed our bags and got going…..to Rated R’s house for dinner, drinks and a good old fashioned slumber party.
Not wanting to be responsible for much of anything, we hired a driver (thank you Ice Cream Man) and made our way up the canyon. As we approached Rated R’s town we decided to skip going out to dinner, thus, needed something we could eat at her house. I phoned the local pizza establishment, placed an order of sorts, and informed them I would be sending my driver in to retrieve it. They couldn’t have been less impressed, but Sleepless and I thought it was awesome.
Once at Rated R’s we popped the pizza in the oven, enjoyed some margaritas and, when the margaritas ran out, did some wine tasting. By 2 AM we had discussed multiple topics, enjoyed a fine pairing of popcorn with our wine, checked in at multiple places we never frequented, and completely forgot why we needed to ‘get going.’ At one point, we discussed contraceptive devices and, when I informed them I lost my IUD, Sleepless asked, “How are we going to get into bars?” Shortly after that, we were discussing something related to sex when Sleepless said, “I like to be the middle,” to which I replied, “Sometimes you have to be the cookie.” Because, quite frankly, sometimes when the going gets tough that’s how the cookie crumbles.