They got the beat.

Tomorrow I get to go to a 'girl's night' Oh fuck, oh god. Not the 'girl's night'. Back in the day (mid nineties) the girl's night was actually fun. Now it's so fucking boring I'd rather death by rats in my orifices. Well,not really, 'cause I am going. But what else is there to do? Nothing.
My main problem with these evenings of mind numbing boredom is that there is always enough booze to kill off a horse but everyone stays sober enough (except you know who) to drive home. I think it's because one of the 'girl's' is a cops wife and she told me she has no problem turning in her friends for driving drunk. Not that I would but I would take a cab or insist that 17 km is not to fucking far to walk in the mutha-fucking raaaaaaain (while I spill red wine on her new berber)
My husband thinks I should just whip out what appears to be a big bag of coke and have it on the table up for grabs.
Everyone will just tell me how I need to put my kids in daycare and how I need to be more assertive. Then I will assert myself and tell at least one of them that they are fat. Or ugly. Whatever.
It's been a long week ya know?