I'm so freaking old....

This weekend I went to a bachelorette party in Vail. We stayed the night at one of the swanky resorts, had a little lingerie pre-party before dinner and after dinner hit a bar. That's where I get old. There was live music which was ok, but they put us at the table right in front of the speakers so after a couple of hours I thought I would lose it if I heard a screechy, ear-splitting rendition of "Sweet Home Alabama" ONE MORE TIME. A bunch of the girls got really trashed, one fell off a barstool crashing into a tray of drinks, one hooked up with a guy, and others got pissed at each other for going after the same guy. Seriously! And, since it was a bachelorette party the skeeziest nastiest guys were hitting on all of us. Ew, ew, ew! So, I feel old. Still, overall it was a fun time. I'm just in a way different frame of mind than when my friends were getting married I guess. :-)

A little kitchen update...S did the plumbing himself (after all he is a mechanical engineer). We'll start there. We've got a 70 year old lead (not sure, but probably) waste line that drains from the house to the sewer that has some really awesome 90 degree bends in it. S put in the new plumbing...the drain was sluggish. He thought it was an easy fix, just a little venting problem. Then the drain plugged completely. Not a venting problem, probably plugged somewhere. S borrowed an electric snake from work on Friday and tried to snake the waste line. After lots of wiggling the stupid thing around to get it out of the afore-mentioned 90 degree bend he hooked everything back up again. No dice. Yesterday he snaked it again. Nada. Drano was applied. Nothing. One more time with the snake, advancing it as far as he could and it broke. Off. Inside the pipe.

I have no sink.

I can't cook.

Back to eating out.

We have to replace a 70 year old pipe.

He says he can do it.

uh-huh.