Proof that God exists?

K and I went to lunch today at Luca's restaurant.  (His hotness is another story entirely.....)  Anyway, we ordered pasta and water.  Luca, of course, offered us wine.  At the exact same time, I spout an emphatic "No" as K says "Yes!"  She's thinking he'll bring us each a glass.  But this is Luca, so of Course there's a full bottle of good red wine at our table moments later.  K has to nanny this afternoon, and I'm scheduled to teach a class of 4-year-olds.  Only three of them, but still.  Their little lives are in my hands for a full hour.

So we drink, maybe 2/3 of the bottle and order coffee.  That'll help, right?  Plus we have stomachs full of pasta, so there you.  And of course along with the coffee comes two double-shots of amaretto.  !

60 minutes later, I'm walking down XX Settembre on the way to the school, feeling downright drunk.  Not stumbling or slurring drunk, but in no shape to drive.  Of course I found it funny at the time, but really.  Drunk with tiny children?  Not cool.

So I get to the school a half hour early.  Drink some water.  Not feeling drunk, though still tipsy.  I do some last minute prepping.  I can pull this off, but it's still not cool.  

And at 4:25, I called it.  No one showed!  Yay!  This happens at the school from time to time - not a strange occurrence, but it's the first time it's happened to me.  So maybe God decided that these little babes shouldn't be in a classroom with me today.  

Good call, dude.  I'm with you.