For young single women, every night is Ladies' Night. For Brett Paesel and her friends, Friday happy hour is all they get--if they can wrangle a babysitter. Like most mommies, they support each other through pregnancies, sleep deprivation, and the need to talk about it all. Instead of meeting at the playground, they convene at the local watering hole while sipping Black and Tans and flirting with the cute bartender. With a poignant voice and a fresh style that makes this memoir read like the best women's fiction, Paesel navigates mommyhood in all its forms--the ecstatic, the terrifying, the tedious, the hilarious, the transcendental, and the sticky. Paesel's laugh-out-loud perspective will appeal to all women who are braving the new world of motherhood, where the secret question on their minds at playgroup is "When is it too early in the day to start drinking?"
Paesel would love to spend "an evening doing half a gram of coke in the back of a limo with her girlfriends" and still craves "a stranger to fuck me blind in a parking lot after loading me up on margaritas and Thai stick" only she's got a husband, a baby and a toddler waiting for her at home. Paesel couldn't care less if other mothers have careers (she herself is an actress who's appeared on Six Feet Under and Mr. Show) or stay home with the kids. She's got bigger problems like, what's happened to all the parties? This collection of short sketches opens with a trip to an L.A. prenatal yoga class, where "gorgeous actresses" with "little round bellies" brag about how much birthing pain they plan to endure. With enough drugs, Paesel actually enjoys childbirth but full-time parenting is another story. Luckily, she's got a foursome of girlfriends who spend Friday afternoons at the local bar together, doing a reality check on all the mothering guilt trips they've had to endure all week. This is Seinfeld but raunchy and L.A. with a full cast of potty-mouthed moms. No wonder it's already optioned by HBO.