My neighbor, a bachelor, has this thing called Margarita Saturdays. Basically, a bunch of guys and my husband and myself (I’m the Honorary Vagina) go across the street to his house and drink margaritas that put hair on our chest (it only takes two) until I insist that we must stop and come home and behave like responsible parents. We make the big kids stay with SB, and bribe them with pizza and rides to the movies later in the day. 

I’ll miss these when we move.