I feel like I've just had my debut into Society. I was out of the house at PUBLIC VENUES, like, TWO nights in a row.

First, we left the baby with my parents and went to see the Peking Acrobats with my oldest two children. Then! Last night, we left all three kids (cue brass horns and angels singing) with my parents (again, suckahs) and went to DINNER and to see a CONCERT.

I feel revirginated.

The Peking Acrobats were amazing - but the hubs and I both found that some of the more dramatic stunts (performed without nets or wires) freaked us the heck out, and lessened the enjoyment of the show. Comparing notes afterwards, I confessed that I was terrified watching the tiny Chinese man doing a one-hand stand on top of six chairs, which rested on top of four glass bottles, which were balanced on a 6' platform. My hubs confessed he, too, was terrified.

His thought: if that guy falls, he's going to be killed, and it's going to be horrible!

My thought: Holy Sheet. The kids are going to try this and we have a $50 copay for emergency services.

We're just a couple of killjoys.

So, last night, we went to dinner at a Mexican restaurant. The waiter was very chipper, and immediately requested my ID. Hah! He was SO working it for a big tip. We each got a margarita, and long before the food arrived, we were playing footsie and giggling like a couple of dorks.

The waiter brought dinner, and I found myself forcing my eyes down to my plate so that I didn't leer at the poor guy, or say something smarmy. He suggested another margarita, and I said "YES!" so fast that he hadn't finished suggesting yet. As he walked away, I said something to the effect of "Couple more sips and my top is totally coming off" - to my husband, as a joke. Apparently I wasn't quite as quiet as I thought, because heads wheeled around at several nearby tables. Hah!

After dinner, we had time to kill before our 8 o'clock show. We drove to the nearby Target and had ourselves a tipsy wandering spree. I went down the same aisle several times, and found lots of things to point at and exclaim over. Tequila enhanced Target was really fun, especially without the kids in tow.

So anyway, we finally left for the show, where we saw The Bobs. They are really a fun show, and the hubs enjoyed it, even though he was ready to stage a revolt when we entered the theater and saw that the average age of the other ticket holders was 75. It was a sea of gleaming scalps and shiny silver.

I think we'll book a geriatric cruise to Alaska and take up Bingo.

The show was great. When we left and picked up our three sleeping angels from Grandma's house, we felt recharged and like we had gotten away with something.

I feel human this morning. It's a wonderful feeling. (Thanks, Mom, Dad and Diva!)