A Series of Unfortunate Events Part 1

I brought the baby to one of those baby play places today so she could hang out with other babies and I guess establish a hard core baby gang or whatever babies do at this age. Most of the other mommies or nannies were about my age if not older, and I soon struck up a conversation with a women who had a little girl about the same age as my Bo. She was effortlessly cool with wavy dark hair and skinny jeans that split at the knee. She had an easy laugh and laid back style that people instantly think of when they picture the inhabitants of Southern California. When it was announced that the babies had free play and the parents were to step back and relax for a while she and sat next to each other and gazed at our sweet playful babies crawling around on the mat. After a few moments of oohing and ahhing and snapping pics on our phones:

Me: This place is so great, right?
Her: I love it! Such a fun environment!
Me: Totally! Are you here every week?
Her: Yup! Like clockwork!
Me: That's great! It can be our "girls night out!" (I did that with quote-y fingers)
Her: Ha! Yeah, this is our one time to party every week!
Me: Haha! Right?! Now where is that bartender?
Her: Oh, I just bring my own, the service here is super slow.
Me: Man, good thinking! I'll sneak some in next week. Do you like margaritas?
Her: Hahaha! Skip the fancy stuff, I'll just take a couple of shots!
Me: HAHAHA! We can hide it in a sippy and say it's juice!
Her: We can make a whole thing of it! HAHA! I'll start making pot cookies and hand them out to all the parents! HAHA!
Me: Hahahahhhahah!!! Yeah! and if that goes well we can start a whole coke smuggling business where we hide the goods in the binkies and shove them up our asses. Even the drug sniffing dogs won't be able to catch that, cuz I shove it up there gooooooooddddd! HAHAHA!
Her:
Me: HAHAHhaha...hah.ha.
Her:
Me:
Her: "clears throat"
Me: So, did you want to set up a play date or something sometime, or...?
Her: Oh look play time is over. Madison, let's go.

Fin

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