Bobby letting her hair down (although it’s in a ponytail).

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So, I was correct in my prediction that we would, indeed, perform as The Who in front of an audience.  What I didn’t predict was that we would put on a show for more than the smiling faces of our kids in their pictures.  For some reason (blame it on the Quervo they say) we decided it would be a good idea to go outside under the canopy.  We brought our laptop out and hooked speakers to it.  Good sound really.  It was a nice night and since RVers are notorious for being OUTSIDE their RV’s (even the people with the $200K ones – I don’t get it) we had a captive, live, and REAL audience.  But, we didn’t care.  We were rocking out and loving it. It’s ok though, because they were all drunk too.

Water bottle can be a mic or guitar.

Water bottle can be a mic or guitar.

During intermission of our show, we decided (OK I decided) we needed to smoke.  Just so you know, I don’t smoke.  Mr. Tolerable doesn’t smoke.  But, I thought just because we were so cool the only thing that would make us cooler would be a cigarette.  Mr. T was adamant about not letting me bum one or two off a fan neighbor.  So, we walked down the highway to a gas station and just bought a whole pack.  By now I am feeling pretty good and for some reason am having a hard time walking a strait line.  Mr. T was able to help me along the way.  Through clinched teeth he would say to me, “Don’t say anything to anyone.” as we would pass other Nascar people who were also feeling no pain and looking for conversation.  We get to the gas station that has a line of Harley Davidson’s in front of it.  We look through the window of the store and what do we see?  A police officer standing at the counter chatting it up with the gas station attendant.  “Shit” I say – I could just see us getting a public intox slapped on us and was doing my best to pretend I wasn’t drunk.  Have you ever tried that?  It’s hard.  I suggest to Mr. T, “I’ll just stand out here (in the parking lot).  You go in and get the cigarettes.”  I was answered with a resounding, “Absolutely not.  You stay with me and don’t say anything to anyone.”  We are in and out with no problem. Phew, close one.  LOL.

Trying to not look drunk - didn't work.

Trying to not look drunk - didn't work.

This is the a red-eyed raving banshee I spoke of.

This is the a red-eyed raving banshee I spoke of.

I got the camera out when we got back and was sitting on Mr. T’s lap snapping a few shots.  The picture to the right will show me as the lunatic I am and my husband doing his impersonation of Zoolander?  I really don’t know what we were doing but we were having fun.  After a while, we bored of the outdoor stage as people were finally finding their way into their houses on wheels.  We decided we would go in as well.  I mean, what fun is it to sing, “My Generation” and windmill your “guitar” if no one is there to laugh at watch you?

That’s where this story ends for you.  But, let’s just say MY story does not end until 3:30am – that’s right folks.  Single people don’t have ALL the good sex.  Thank you very much.



  1. Sassy  •  Jul 27, 2008 @9:44 am

    Looks like you had a great time. I love those last two photos at the end.

  2. Nic  •  Jul 27, 2008 @3:16 pm

    Oh Thank you for that! I pictured you both giggling and snorting going to score your smokes – did you actually get any?! The straight line thing was too funny, isn’t it odd, the more you try to act sober, the wmore drunk you appear.

    I am a cheap date since kids and had one large G + T at my DH’s attestation to Police Officer, and spent the evening burbling rubbish and shaking hands with all and sundry, thinking ‘shuddap, you’re pissed, they’ll all see, talk quietly and stop dancing to the background music’.

  3. ajmann77  •  Jul 27, 2008 @7:07 pm

    I hope you got a good chuckle Nic. Yes, we did “score our smokes.” That made me laugh out loud. During our walk to the gas station to get them we argued mostly about who’s “fags are the best.” I said I refused to smoke Camel’s (hubby’s smokes of choice) and I said I would only smoke Marlboro lights. I won.

  4. Charlotte  •  Jul 28, 2008 @1:34 am

    Wow, sounds like quite a night! :) Thanks for the comment on my blog–it makes me feel better to know we’re not the only ones who scratched up our new floor right away!

  5. Nic  •  Jul 28, 2008 @3:56 pm

    Oh Bobbyyyyy…Bobby….pop over to my bloggy, got something for you 😉

  6. Arpee  •  Jul 28, 2008 @11:00 pm

    Isn’t it great to have family around to take care of your kids when you go on that much needed me-time or us-time with Mr Tolerable?

    You and Mr Tolerable sound like you’ve got good heads so I understand why you aren’t stressed about him quitting his job. My husband also felt that in April 2007, got his exciting job in July 2007, quit in mid Aug 2007, and moved us from north to south in Sep 2007.

    It ain’t good when the man is not happy with his job anymore. Better go find a new one. Might be more prudent though for him to bid his time and look for the new job first before quittin’. Just a thought!

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    My children called me Bobby when they were toddlers due to not being able to prounounce "Mommy." They are now 7 and 8 years old and I am Mommy. But my real name is Mandy. I just do this so I can keep in touch with the REAL me. Being a Bobby is a dream I thought I may never realize and I do not take it for granted. I homeschool (more specifically unschool) my two children and it's easy to lose yourself in the tasts of the day. I just want to make sure that after 19 or so years have passed,and my kids have moved out, I'm not stuck looking in the mirror and squinting in hopes of seeing Mandy again.