My Nashville weekend kicked off at my fave watering hole, Dalts.
While we were busy whooping it up and throwing jazz hands down at one end of the bar…
…the other end of the bar was hosting the worst date of the year…
…and the men were lining up to ask me out.
Does it shock anyone (anyone?) reading that I had another birthday celebration?
We then able to played around the world with my gifted sake, homemade apple brandy, my Skinny Pirate and a Miller Lite. Did we miss anything?
My fave bartender, Marjia even got in on the photo fun by posing with my buddy’s sixer – and yes, that’s how they serve him.
While I slept Saturday morning away, the Iowa twins were basking in the glory of a new play set.
My niece also proudly displayed her pink cowboy boots that came from Auntie CBXB…
Seeing the fun she was having parading in her boots, I decided to prance around in my Prada kitten heels.
Upon returning back to the mini manse, I had a fun surprise awaiting my arrival.
Which ended up being a belated birthday gift well worth the wait – a pink Alexander McQueen scarf.
Turns out while Mama was away, the cats played and broke into an outlawed bag of food. This bag was in a closet that the little monsters pried open and drug to the kitchen. Being that it is not Mr. Ted E. Bear’s $60 prescription duck and pea food, he’ll surely be getting sick any second. Little beasts.
On Sunday I went with the slicked back no bangs look, as I am waffling on whether or not to grow them out. Thoughts?
What good is a weekend if you don’t sweat out the toxins before shoving more in?
My new mantra greeted me at mile marker four.
As the end of my weekend came to a close, I tried to finish the 391 loads of laundry seeping into all areas of the mini manse. Ted was a gigantic help.
Here’s hoping you have a week’s worth of clean clothes and cocktail to keep it fun.