May 5, a date that will live in infamy

Add another chapter to the history of Cinco de Mayo: The Day Susan and Herb Lost Their Minds and Had a Sleepover With 10 Little Girls.

It. Wasn’t. So. Bad. We keep repeating that for some reason.

We got started off on the wrong foot when I underestimated the amount of food they’d eat, so I had to go out and get more nuggets from Chick-fil-A. I don’t think Susan will ever forgive me for that lost 30 minutes. But the good news is, I managed to help an old lady who dropped her trash on the floor. When I told her why I had the huge bin of nuggets, she made the Sign of the Cross and spat three times over her left shoulder as she hurried away.

I never imagined how much they’d eat. Not in one sitting, mind you, but during the course of the evening, they got busy.

Then it was on to the girlie-girl part of the evening. If you’ve never been to a Jesse McCartney concert, just clink the link and look at the picture and you’ll get the picture.

There was a half-hearted attempt by a few to paint nails that fizzled. We had plans to do some crafts and then let them watch a movie, the theme of the evening being movie premiere night. But once they all arrived, it turned into a free-for-all. There was lots of running. Lots of screaming. Lots of laughing. Lots of eating and drinking. There was a point where they were sharing an undergarment and taking turns modeling. What surprised me the most was they stopped a movie to watch, wait for it, America’s Funniest Home Videos.

Even little Camille hung tough with the big girls. Of course, she’s got a set of lungs on her that, during the evening, eclipsed all eight of the others.

They finally conked out about 12:30. Dead, blessed silence.

Susan and I are on our second movie of the night: Almost Famous. Heck of a soundtrack, BTW.

We survived the night.

Tomorrow’s another day, though.