lullabies and cheap wine

Ended up hosting last minute get-together on Saturday night, so spent several hours of weekend engaged in pre-party cleaning. Have sore legs, back, arms and bleach burnt hands, but by God, threw one clean party. Eat off those floors, kids. No. For real. Just bleached them today.

Un-Party was attended by handful of regulars as well as not-so-regularly-attending Cute Fireman. Played happy hostess, tottering around, tipsy on cheap wine, keeping partygoers’ hands filled with Cider Jack, Jose Cuervo and Captain Morgan. Tipsy turned to blissfully drunk and let Cute Fireman steal a kiss.

CF: You’re cute. (kiss)
H: Thank you!
CF: That’s it?
H: (laughing) Yep.
CF: I take it back. Very cute.

After three am exodus, only CF and brother remained. A few hours later, as sun was coming up, tucked them into beds in separate rooms.

CF: Hey… could we get a lullaby?
H: You want me to sing to you??
Brother: Yes, please.

Had not been asked by drunken party guests to sing in v. long time and was not even aware that CF knew of this habit. But was happy to oblige. Sat between rooms and did as requested. Was not altogether shocked when at end of song, both were fast asleep. Damn. Am one good lullaby-er.

E: Uh oh.
H: What?
E: You sang to them? Don’t you know that you are a siren and your song makes men want to marry you?
H: Ha!

B: How did it go?
H: Good. The fireman stayed over.
B: How was he?
H: Well-behaved. I didn’t sleep with him, silly.
B: You managed to find another guy that doesn’t like sex. Weird.
H: It must be me. I turn men celibate.
B: Get thee to a nunnery…
H: Ha! Brilliant!