Or…maybe you shouldn’t because I might burst into flames.
Being that I’m a lucky lady, I scored a ticket to the Eric Church concert in Nashville this weekend. Naturally the most important element of concert prep is putting together my concert attire. And I tend to always go understated.
Once the giddy up was on, I trotted down to a local honky tonk where I ran into an Arizona buddy that I haven’t seen in years. Once we started talking, it seemed like we were in the high school hallway yesterday.
My choice in outerwear proved to be a wise one as it easily turned into a bar pillow.
It also upped T Man’s bland outfit at one point in the evening.
Leopard went straight to T Man’s head because he ever so graciously took photos of himself while using my phone.
What would a concert be like without a cocktail?
seven a couple of Skinny Pirates might not have been so smart, as a life sized devil appeared during one of Mr. Church’s songs, making me want to sprint to the nearest House of Worship.
I awoke Sunday to a very pissed off pussy (who might as well have been the life size devil at the show) because he lost a wee bit of beauty sleep due to my Saturday night shenanigans.
I was relieved to find my phone in check, as I had lost my Louis Vuitton clutch twice during the previous evening – once in the arena and I then left it in the Uber cab (I don’t know how in the world this happened as I had a cross body bag on to prevent me losing anything. Major fail). But faith has been restored in humanity as not only was my clutch waiting for me at guest relations but the Uber driver came back by to see that my clutch found its way back to my mini manse. Phew.
Upon charging my very dead phone, this is the face that greeted me as it powered back on.
Not only was I excited for the Golden Globes yesterday, I about pissed my pants in delight when I used my local grocery store’s points at the pump, making each gallon less than a dollar.
While under lock down in Iowa due to bone chilling temps, my twins are approaching a small milestone.
Prince and Princess B will soon be entering a horrific phase (for their parents)…
In anticipation for my fave awards show, I thought I’d try to mimic the little golden statue by using a similar colored face mask while soaking in the tub but it did nothing but make me still look like me.
It was then time to decide which healthy treats I should grant myself while watching the red carpet after eating my way through the holidays.
And then the fabulous trio that resides in my mini manse gathered on the couch for the Golden Globes.
Some things never change.