Weekend highlights

1) Mrs. F, who at the age of 29 has started using the word wicked and said it no less than 12 times between Friday night and Sunday morning, on her lack of memory concerning Friday night's debauchery.

Me: You don't remember the big guys at the bar that we were hanging out with? The ones who looked like football players?
Mrs. F: Oh! I do! They were huge! There were a lot of them, weren't there? Like three or four?
Me: Umm, there were two.

2) Seen around the corner from The Comedy Cellar, where Dave Atell told Julie she would be famous one day, another comic yelled at Mrs. F for claiming she cares about dolphins and Darrell Hammond reminisced about doing coke in the bathroom...

Me, skirt hiked up while Mrs. F, on one knee, spent twenty minutes trying to extricate my fishnet stockings from my sequined purse. After which Julie yelled at me to hold the bag away from the tights for the remainder of the evening.

3) The masturbation talk, which only took us 15 years to have with each other. Followed by Mrs. F asking to see Big Blue, which I have to say felt a little weird.