Which was last night. Lukas' best friend's mom invited us for drinks at 5 at their place. She knows we don't drink but wanted us to come anyways. I was excited. We have awesome neighbors around and the boys were all thrilled to hang out together. By 6pm their apartment was packed full of people, snacking, talking about unimportant stuff, or bragging about everything they've ever done in their lives (because once you're married for 50 years you're an expert... of course. Bwah ha ha) By 8pm, some had had a few and man, it was hiLARious to listen to the stories people would tell, or see the animation with which they'd tell em, or the honesty with which they would spill their woes. (You reeeeeally get to know people! Whoa. I was asked to text one of em to take em to church this morning.) All as I'm swishing my Horchata around in a wine glass that Jose so happily offered me wanting me to have a fancy glass too. And the kids all hung out playing in Jacob's room, then watched one of them play minecraft (dumbest game ever? Maybe?) while drinking Capri Suns and munching on Cheetos. There were a few breaks with Lukas lifting up the shorter species so they too could try gymnastics moves from the bunk bed bars. The Life. Hopefully a moment of childhood to be remembered... it felt like a scene on "The Wonder Years" when they had that backyard party (except that one episode was sad because Whinny's parents were getting divorced). Later Jose made em all popcorn and put on a kid's movie (Again. THE LIFE.) while "50+ yrs married Man" had more wine and shelled out more and more advice and one liners to remember. All whilst his wife rolled her eyes from across the table. haha. I don't often drink, but when I do, I prefer Horchata. Stay thirsty my friends.