I. Am. So. Drunk.

[ciroccoj]

No, srsly. We just went to Medieval Times and I had two beers and two wines (Chris says three) which is about... five more drinks than I normally drink with dinner.

Wow, it's hard to act like you're in control in front of the children, when you're kinda not.

Must say, Medieval Times is just about the best dinner time entertainment EVER for my kids. They screamed themselves hoarse, and Justin was so proud of himself for guessing the identity of the Traitor Knight from the very beginning... and I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was probably due at least in part to the fact that he'd seen the show once before, and thus knew the punch line.

We had to chuckle quietly, though, during the "handing out ribbons" part of the ceremonies. There's a point where all the knights get a ribbon from Princess Esperanza, and each one gives his ribbon (which says "Queen of Love") to one little girl in their section (each sedction of the place is supposed to support one knight, according to their colour - last time we were on the Red Knight's section, this time we were Yellow Knight supporters). Anyway, tonight when the knights gave out their ribbons, Chris and I smiled nostalgically. Last time, the Red Knight's ribbon went to Justin, who was four and had longish hair and I guess looked enough like a (fairly unnattracitive) little girl that the knight mistook him for one, and handed him the ribbon with a courtly smile and a flourish. Justin, who had no idea what the general knightly tradition was, was thrilled to bits and beamed at the knight. Chris and I nearly died muffling our laughter, and never let our "Queen of Love" in on why we were laughing so hard :D :D :D

Justin still remembers the incident, BTW. And smiled tonight, and proudly announced, "I got that ribbon the last time!"

I love my kids :) :) :)

OK, must go to bed. Before I fall off my chair.


Edit: I should probably explain that part of what made it not so difficult to hide play down the effects of the excessive alcohol consumption was that I've got laryngitis. I can't say a damn thing above a whisper. So the kids never had to wonder why Mama was slurring tonight, as Mama wasn't saying anything anyway ;)