Let them eat cake… or chips… or cheese straws… or whatever happens to be in the kitchen at the time eight adults and six kids join the six people already living in my house during the weirdest snow storm I’ve seen since moving to NoVa six years ago. There’s nothing like “blowing your mind” at the beginning of December with your closest online friends, who are honestly more like family, and who leave you with an exploded house and a big grin on your very tired, but happy face.

There was karaoke, there was belly dancing, there was drinking, there was an Urgent Care visit and there was so much laughter, my stomach still aches. I planned a “Blow Your Mind Night” for a local meetup group I was hosting, and extended the invitation to the ladies on HippyMom. When it came down to it, it was a HippyMom thing you wouldn’t understand. They drove through the snow storm, they flew on airplanes and they all converged together to chill on my tired old couch and pass out by midnight.

A few things:

• The musical manger scene down the block will make your completely sober friend vomit in your car. Next car vomit episode = new car. That same person will inevitably be too drunk the next night to actually meet everyone else, thus giving you many months of mockery at her expense.
• The reproductive oppression of fish will make a Dippy pisces a little nutty.
• NoVa, particularly LoCo, really got hammered by snow on Saturday.
• Belly dancing is quite possibly the best thing since cheese straws. Eventually, I hope to keep up.
• The best margaritas come out of Richmond.
• Nursing mamas who know, but aren’t actually drinking beer are extremely entertaining to The Husband, and when they strap on their babywearing gear and shout something about conquering the planet, you may pee a little.
• Aliens are still questioned about their inability to remain in one’s presence for more than 24 hours, but they are still awesome, nonetheless.
• Old friends from Delaware, even when encouraging a Sunday urgent care visit, are still mind-blowing. Necrosis? We don’t need no stinking necrosis! It will make your heart melt, though, when your twins find their own “big sister” with her twins, based on the different lengths of hair on their heads, “I gots short hair like you!”
• Listening to karaoke as you struggle to wash dishes may make you remember, once again, where you really are heading in life, and stop to fighting the fun of the journey itself. Oh, and I still didn’t vomit. Drat.

So, anyhoo, Talker’s leg is not rotting off and I’m not sure how Sunshine got a small black eye, but since neither of them are really concerned with their physical maladies, all is well. I have a house to clean, my final paper to write, a project to procure and a tree to decorate.