It was a long Nashville weekend full of celebrating Halloween and football victories, which lead to my demise.
It all started out on Halloween with a some gussied up gals at work.
My Iowa twins were happily acting like their favorite animals on the planet.
Instead of roaming the streets in packed bars downtown, I bellied up at my fave watering hole, Dalts for my All Hallows’ Eve treats.
Turns out I needed a nose job in order to properly guzzle my glass of rum.
After I performed emergency surgery on my schnoz, everything was right in the world.
I avoided over consumption of my beloved rum, as there was some tailgating to tackle Saturday morning.
Thing is, this Saturday our Iowa Hawkeyes decided to show up and play ball. In a major way. And we bravely carried on our family tradition of a moonshine shot for every touchdown the Hawks scored.
Problem was, we were victorious with a score of 48-7.
Happy with warm bellies and less brain cells, Mom and I thought it’d be a good idea to go honky tonkin’ downtown to cap off our Saturday.
But the fun came to a screeching halt the following morning.
Combining moonshine shots, toe touches, vodka and spinning around a dance floor like a contestant on Dancing With the Stars made it impossible to feel human before noon.
But I had the best couch date ever who snoozed by my side from dawn ’til dusk.
Even though my self-inflicted pain, all of the shenanigans were worth it…