Weekend Winks – Single in the Sizzlin’ City

Girls just want to have fun is a severely underused statement, as was proven by the party I hosted for gal pals this past weekend.

Cheers to the ladies!

Cheers to the ladies!

Instead of a red carpet roll out, I had a piece of khaki carpet all dazzled up for everyone’s arrival.

Rolled out the khaki carpet

White trash version of the real deal.

Truth: my neighbors upstairs just moved in and left this on the sidewalk. Everyone loves a soaking wet, nasty piece of used carpet sloshing under their heels. Am I right, ladies?

An ode to our beloved show “Sex and the City,” we gussied up as our fave characters from the show.

Triple threat.

We know. We know. Dead ringers for Samantha, Miranda and Carrie.

What party would be complete without favors?

Party favors

Cocktails for everyone!

When you live in a mini manse with no storage, you don’t keep things like an ice cooler on hand. So you substitute a sink in its place.

Ice ice baby.

Ice ice baby.

My group of girls are serious about their party food. God forbid we go three minutes without the ability of shoving something in our not-so-quite mouths.

Chicken coming out of our ears.

Chicken nuggets galore.

Food galore

The added veggie tray among dips, chips and sausage wrapped cheese made us feel ‘healthy’.

Instead of gathering around and watching an episode of our favorite TV show of yesteryear, I decided to force gather the gals around and get their feedback on my sizzle reel.

Sizzlin' it. Just a little bit.

I fed them plenty of alcohol before this preview, so naturally they loved it.

While I was showing off skull rings, I incorporated a ring pop into the mix.

Ring Pop, anyone?

The gaudier the better.

When my pal, Bird Lady (we felt each other’s pain a few years ago working for the same über rich, wannabe country singer) said she’d never heard of a ring pop, I nearly forced my naughty finger clad with a sucker down her throat.

What's a ring pop?

Ring pop for one, please.

Of course no party is complete without a photobombing attack from yours truly.

Photobomb!

Not the first nor last time First Mate’s photo will be ruined by my photobombing expertise.

As the evening crept into the wee hours of the morning, we started making silly decisions. Like my Georgia friend Podunk, who swore to her husband that she’d stick to beer.

No shots for Podunk. Hubby's orders!

Yes, I’ll take a whiskey shot please.

Down the hatch

32 shots later….

Fully loaded with liquor we turned into a think tank around 2am, brainstorming ideas and writing them on our makeshift white board…paper towels hung from my busted up blinds.

Think tank.

We become geniuses after midnight. And 46 combined cocktails.

When the clock struck 3:30 am, we didn’t turn into pumpkins. Nope, not us. We turned into supermodels.

"Look sexy"

We know. We know. Dead ringers for Claudia Schiffer, Cindy Crawford and Elle Macpherson.

When heads finally hit pillows at 4:30am (after a rousing 3am rendition on my piano of chopsticks – you’re welcome neighbors) six minutes seemed to pass before the sun came up. Upon opening the freezer door to retrieve ice for much needed water later that morning, I was greeted with a leftover cocktail next to my Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Fire (have you tried this yet? It’s better than Fireball, FYI).

Good morning. Freezer finds.

Freezer finds.

Leftovers, anyone?

Leftovers, anyone?

Thirsty?

Apparently we were extremely thirsty.

How does one recover from an all night estrogen party? Lay by your private pool. (Which is typically full of screaming kids and chatty parents – somehow the universe just knew I needed quiet time).

Enjoying private pool

Pool for one.

New Cat recovered from the festivities by laying on top of every single piece of literature I tried to read the rest of the weekend.

Reading the newspaper blocker. Cat blocker

Cat blocker.

While Prince Charming could do nothing but scowl about loud ladies keeping him up past his precious bedtime.

If looks could kill...

Read my face, I hate you.

If looks could kill…

Here’s hoping you have a fabulous week.

Cheers!

CBXB

CBXB!

39 thoughts on “Weekend Winks – Single in the Sizzlin’ City

  1. markbialczak says:

    Let’s hear it for the girls!

    With the Man in Black lording over the party like that, no wonder Podunk switched from beer to whiskey shots. And, by the way, has there ever been a better name for a lady from Georgia than Podunk? I do not think so, CBXB!

    You do know how to host a bash, from beige carpet to 3 a.m. chopsticks.

    Congrats on the quiet pool to unwind, too.

    • I so lucked out on the private pool – thankfully!

      Yeah, Podunk was born to be nicknamed Podunk. It’s just the name that fits her! Wish everyone could hear her talk with her accent. And she had the same line of thinking as you did with Johnny Cash. Why not do whiskey when the Man in Black is around?!

  2. kellisamson says:

    I want to know what the heck you were brainstorming about! One day I am going to show up at that party!!! xoxo

  3. Is that Johnny Cash flipping the bird?

    Where do I get one?!

  4. How does a person not know what a ring pop is?? I’m mortified. Shame on you ladies for not finishing all that liquor either. I may come down there with the Regular NY Guy above and we can show you women how to do it right! Take that Teddy and NC!! Lol.

    • C’mon down you big talkers, you! We’d love to see you consume all of the liquor on hand! Plus, I’d cap your evening off with a wapatoolie. Bird Lady is from New York, so I couldn’t believe she didn’t know what a ring pop was either. But don’t worry, we devirginized her!

  5. JMC813 says:

    Okay just a few things CBXB. First and foremost, that is the most badass Giant sized pic of one Mr Johnny Cash I have seen. A famous pic of his, but it looks even better on the wall of the Mini Manse. Next, Sex and the City? Really? SMDH. Oh well. I forgive you that transgression cuz yer way cool otherwise. LOL. And LASTLY, the Tennessee fire? Anything with the JD name just HAS to be better than it’s rivals. Another awesome party and post my Skinny Piratess.

    • Johnny Cash is one of my most prized possessions that I spent a small fortune on framing. But so worth it! Not a SATC fan, I take it? Hee hee. It was forever ago, so thanks for the forgiveness! And Tennessee Fire is ultra fantastic. I suggest you invest!

      • JMC813 says:

        As it should be. He is/was a gift to the music industry that transcended the country genre.

      • Couldn’t agree more. Plus I like he was a little bit outlaw!

      • JMC813 says:

        That’s probably what I respect most about him. Admire the strength it takes to roll the dice on doing things your OWN way. I wish more artists these days would have more pride in their own individuality and not let the music “industry” dictate what music is. The “Industry” has no clue what music is or should be. Just look at the nominees and categories every year at the Grammy’s and the roster for the rock n roll hall of fame. UUGGHH. Okay sorry to rant. I could complain for WEEKS about the state of music today, and especially the fact that technology has replaced talent to the point that it is hard to find any new bands that can play live sets. GRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrr. As a old school rocker it makes my heart hurt and my ears ring to see how things have changed. 😦

      • You are preaching to the choir! I can’t stand singers/bands that don’t sing live. Or sing live with the aid of all kinds of modern technology. I love old school rock and roll and I was raised on music from the 50s and 60s. Johnny Cash was such a bad ass you couldn’t not respect him even if you didn’t like his music.

      • JMC813 says:

        Songbirds of a feather ROCK together. Glad we are of the same beliefs when it comes to music. I was raised on the rock n roll of the 70’s and 80’s and really wish things could be like they were. So many of the important bands of that era are still playing out live. Proving that the music itself is the most important thing. Rock (even if it’s Country Rock lol) on CBXB.

      • Ha! I love that we’re songbirds of a feather!

  6. You do realize I’m now stuck on “wannabe country star,” right? My manners prevent me from asking if it’s anyone I might know. 🙂

  7. John says:

    Good choice of beer! And I just knowed that was a ring pop!! These are the best kind of parties ever. 😉

  8. I’m gonna put on a dress and wig and come party with you gals.

    That, or break out my old stripper outfit and crash your party!

Holla at me!

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