Weekend Winks – Scooby Style

I’ve been besties with my friend Scooby for what feels like 100 years. There is never ever a dull moment when the two of us are together (we’ve been told we’re the male/female versions of one another) and our extremely loud laughs can set off silent alarms (which really happened one time after a night at the bars).  I was thrilled when Scoobs and his hubs, Mr. Scooby spontaneously granted me with their presence this past weekend.

We started with the best intentions for a classy weekend, dining at Nashville’s Virago Friday night.

Me and my Queens.

After a relatively mild evening, Saturday promised to be more exciting. At least for me anyway, as I admired my new bathroom fixture…Mr. Scooby.

Toast, Diet Coke and gay man candy. Be still my beating heart!

I made morning cocktails with my fabulous spatula strainer.

Nothing but fancy bar tools in the 90210 of Nashville.

I remembered to stay hydrated, as we proceeded to act like we were part of a marathon tailgating crew by drinking the day away (we didn’t mean to, it just happened!).

Staying hydrated is almost as important as matching your glass to your outfit. Almost.

Perusing the shops of Franklin, sparkles caught my eye and I wondered if I ate enough of my skinny salad, could I squeeze into this sequined horse sweatshirt (appropriate attire for the rodeos I never attend).

All of the salad in the world won’t help.

We sauntered to the Mellow Mushroom, where I politely asked Scooby for a heavy pour of wine – and did I ever get one.

A full glass from a smart ass.

This required double duty slurping, which we didn’t mind.

This doesn’t suck.

Mr. and Mr. Scooby wanted to meet someone famous, so I introduced them to “The Most Interesting Man in the World,” Mr. Cardboard Dos Equis.

After much lunchtime discussion we decided that I look pregnant in this photo. I am indeed, not.

Three pizzas, two bottles of wine and four beers later, lunch was over.  What do classy ladies who lunch do after eating? Ride cannons in the town square, of course.

Cannon ball, anyone?

How to turn a gay man straight…well, maybe not.

We decided it would be a good idea to go and scare my parents in the middle of the afternoon – because that’s what all vacationers want to do when they visit Nashville, right?

Perfecting our fear faces.

The scare was a success and no one had a heart attack, so we had to have a drink in celebration.

Day drinking scare success!

A little primping was in order before we headed out Saturday night, so I took a front seat with a Skinny Pirate.

Please take your time. All the time in the world. Please.

A trip to the South requires a taste of moonshine. Like it or not, Scooby!

C’mon, do it – it won’t hurt until three hours later.

Moonshine shots lead to techno dancing with Teddy.

Ted can’t even be bothered to put a paw up. Party pooper!

And moonshine also makes you (well, one of us anyway) hit a brick wall one hour after arriving at the bar. We thought about going home but then we had a brilliant idea! Mr. Scooby and I just strapped Scooby in the car and locked him in.

All strapped up with nowhere to go…

What does any good husband and friend do after securing the drunk? We went back to the club and danced our asses off!

Scooby who?!

And have photo shoots in random attire taken from other people. I liked this hat because it reminded me of Santa Claus. Yes, Santa Claus – I have no idea why.

Do you think this cap has fleas?

As the night went on, Mr. Scooby and I just got prettier and prettier, so we had to continue documenting with photos.

Pretty 1 and Pretty 2.

Then there was a discussion over whose chest was bigger and I lost. But I didn’t lose my shirt.

I threw Mr. Scooby’s shirt away on purpose.

Once our photo shenanigans were over and the bar lights came on (why do they have to do that to us? I look so much better in low lighting after a certain hour of the evening!), we went out to collect our snoozing Scooby.

A little bit tied up but well rested after three hours in the car.

After we got home, the night kind of seemed like it went like this…

Wait. What?

The next morning I walked into a kitchen of last night’s fun.

Sign of a good time or horrible housekeeping skills?

And into the bathroom where it looks like we were trying to get rid of some of the previous evening’s fun.

Two bowls, one person. Wasn’t me!

The Easter bunny was a tad late in deliveries, as we discovered treasures when we were headed out to a greasy brunch.

The beer bunny apparently visited Saturday night but did a shitty job hiding cans.

The bunny was so kind to already have popped holes in some of the cans so when we went to collect, we could drink immediately.

Hair of the dog helps hangovers, right? Even warm beer?

Brunch proved to be a mighty task and the rest of our afternoon was spent recuperating.

Party Animals. In deep recovery.

My feet hurt from all of the dancing. My head aches from severe dehydration. My stomach still hurts from all of the laughing.

Cheers to fabulous friends!

CBXB