The Big NCT Night Out
Everybody who goes to NCT classes has told me that one of the events you look forward to, as a group, is the first time you hang out socially (without teacher). Friday night was that night for us.
The girls and the boys went out separately. We ladies went to a pizzeria and talked about our jobs, our pregnancies and our stomachs’ sudden inability to accommodate anything bigger than a walnut. We then retired to a hotel lobby to drink still waters and decaf coffees. In contrast, the boys got pissed out of their skulls.
I received the following text at about 10:00pm from James:
“George* has just set me on fire with a flaming sambima!”
I assume he meant sambuca and drunk.
To be fair, in a completely sober state, I came home and tried to dress my cat up in baby clothes. It didn’t work.
Somewhere between 1 and 2 am, an intoxicated husband got home and, thankfully, slept in the guest room. I’m glad the boys got along. Apparently they were all viewing it as their last night of freedom; sort of like a bachelor party for their non-daddy days. Bless.
*Names have been changed to protect the guilty.