I Guess I'm Officially a Texan

Rachel and I went out last night to a dancehall called Midnight Rodeo to celebrate New Year's Eve. It's the first time in my life I've ever been able to go out on New Year's Eve (or Amateur Night, as Becca calls it!). We weren't too worried about getting home safely, though, because it's only about three blocks from my apartment.

Rachel's brother Greg spent the night to babysit the kiddies. I bought them all they needed to make Shirley Temples for them to drink for New Year's Eve. That's a family tradition my mom started and one I've faithfully upheld for Jamie. In fact, this was the first year I wasn't the one at home with Jamie fixing them (sprite/7-Up, grenadine syrup and marachino cherries).

Anyway, so Rachel and I went out and shot some pool, danced, shot more pool, danced some more. Then one of Rachel's friends made me officially (sort of) a Texan. Yep, he taught me how to Two-Step. It's loads of fun! Now when I go out again in about two months I'll actually be able to dance to the country, twangy music, instead of just watching.

I say it will be about two months because Rachel made me promise that I would go out with her somewhere without the kids at least once every two months. It seems the fact that school, kids and work was wearing me down was getting quite obvious to everyone last semester.

Anyhoo, Happy New Year to you all!