Just Like Rock Stars

It's been about 24 hours since we first became homeless. Sure, 24 hours ago we predicted that this morning we would be waking up in our new house, making coffee in our new kitchen, surrounded by boxes, but life never works out as planned. Instead we left our sweet little baby at grandma's (this is only the second night she's spent without us) and we headed to the big city to seek out sleeping accomodations.

We found a "decent" hotel close to the airport. Not that we needed easy access to the airport, but that's a good place to find a room. Then we headed out to find some food. We chose Busters, a little sports bar, which was nearby. I think it might be similar to Hooters, but I haven't been to Hooters yet. Anyway, Brian and I use to frequent this place pre-baby. We ordered two huge beers and shared an order of finger steaks. Delicious finger steaks. (You see how well my stay fit plan is working?) Afterwards we grabbed a couple of beers, headed back to the room and watched cable. Then we passed out.

You might think we passed out from all the crazy time we just had and the alcohol, but it was purely from exhaustion. And it was like 9:30.

This morning we were able to sleep in since we were so close to work. We didn't have to wake up until 6 am! It was awesome! We ate a free bagel and drank some really nasty coffee. Then we left for work. It was all so scandalous. Okay, maybe not, but it could have been.