Oh how I look forward to a sunny Nashville weekend. And there’s nothing better to kick it off on Friday than with a happy hour cocktail at work…
And the cocktails continued on my party patio, much to Ted’s dismay.
I woke up Saturday to the little furry love of my life hovering over my left ear, meowing his tiny goat-like meow (it seriously sounded like a goat screaming through a megaphone) insisting I wake up and give him some attention. At 6am.
When I posted this pic on Twitter, the always poignant gal Dallas (Ted and I love her!) over at Crazy Train to Tinky Town (you really need to go and read her Honeymoon Stories – she was jilted by a serial shagger who she found out was screwing her maid-of-honor right before her wedding) called Ted a new name that is so going to stick. She called him TedSTAR. Hello! Mr. Bear is cray cray over his new nickname, because in his head, he is the most famous feline on the planet (I mean, Times Square, Jumbotrons and adoring cat fans will do that to you).
Someone had a little trouble moving and shaking after partying all night – my Goddaughter.
Saturday required ass crack of dawn (early for me – 8am) hot yoga, as I was trying to get home and ready for an 11am Hawkeye football kick-off. And while I accomplished that mission, at 11:01am, I realized that the channel supposed to be showing my game, decided to televise a local team instead (I love that I pay for an additional service, where I am supposed to be able to watch my Big 10 teams). I was beyond pleased.
So I did the only thing I could do. Lay at the pool and get text updates from my fam.
When returning from basking in the Saturday sun, I caught someone trying to get his own tan.
A quiet evening of cocktails, kit cat time and football made for quite the relaxing Saturday.
And after lounging the day away (not an understatement) at the pool on Sunday, a few friends asked me to join them for dinner.
When you have whiskey for supper, after you go to the bathroom and return to your seat, the screen saver on your phone looks like this…
I returned home to an “anxious to hit the couch because you were gone for three hours cat” who was awaiting my arrival in my front window.
And the rest of my Sunday evening went a little something like this….
We hope your week is off to a fabulous start.