living an unconventional life, one cocktail at a time

My awesome husband.

Being married to a bartender has its perks. Last night, some of my college girlfriends came over to catch up over drinks. One lives in Seattle and I never see her anymore, and the others are in Kansas City and I still don’t see them as often as I’d like. We planned on sitting by the pool, eating dinner and drinking margaritas all night. What did my awesome husband do to help me out? What didn’t he...

On Kidney Stones and Labor.

Hey babe, can you take me to the hospital? Not the words I usually hear in the middle of the night. In fact, I usually don’t hear anything in the middle of the night— one of the perks of being married to a bartender is the learned ability to sleep like the dead, so when the rowdy bar co-workers crash at our house instead of driving home, they don’t wake me. Oddly, I wasn’t sleeping well on...

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