My friend sent me the following update to demonstrate what I am (or am not) missing by not being in Canada. It really made me laugh, and I needed to share it...
you see, as boring elementary school teachers who don't have much excitement in their daily lives (other than, of course, the endless echoes of "he budded me", "she said the "s" word (stupid), "he showed me his penis" (i'm not kidding - this happens far too often in gr. 1!!), the girls from school and i have established "hussy nights". for these adventures (which, i'll be honest, have only taken place twice in the last year - too much excitement might send us over the edge), we meet at my house, have some drinks and appetizers and then have our handsome chauffeur (my husband) drive us to some downtown bar in the "Doug P." (the large, white 8 passenger wheelchair accessible van named afer its donor - because nothing screams "hussy" like a huge white van that beeps when it reverses). we then proceed to dance it up on the dance floor (always fun), have one more drink (if we're lucky enough to be able to face another drink - not that we are totally hammered by any means, just that we are old), and, by midnight (perhaps 1 o'clock if we are totally adventurous) have our chauffeur pick us up and take us home. it must also be noted that despite our best efforts to be "hussied up" (i.e. - a little make up, a strappy tank top, perhaps a skirt or maybe some heels), we spend most of the night commenting on how we look like we are wearing full body parkas compared to what the rest of the people at the bar are wearing!
Let's be honest...it sounds like great fun to me!
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