Did you miss me while I was on a CBXB extended blogging vacay? Well, I sure as shit missed you!
Plunging right back into the classy party style life I lead was beyond easy this weekend with a visit from my bestie Scooby and his husband, Mr. Scooby.
See, Mr. Scooby and his friend Royal came to run the Country Music Half Marathon over the weekend.
When Scooby and I decided to take our party to the finish line, we were so busy taking selfies we failed to see either of our runners cross the finish line.
Once we found our competitors, I immediately forced Mr. Scooby to take off his shirt. You know, to help him cool off.
Although my two gorgeous gays ran their asses off, I was able to sneak into their spotlight.
While I was very busy trying to photo bomb every single picture the rest of the afternoon, my Iowa twins were accomplishing amazing feats of their own.
There was a handsome potty training reward of Princess B’s all time favorite food/snack/meal/nourishment.
A half marathon completion calls for drinking. Especially for those of us who had to stand and cheer in between gulps of champagne.
And what kind of party would this be if we didn’t keep on drinking right until brunch the following day?
My sobriety didn’t last long, as it was two for one mimosas and this is was the last round looked like at brunch…
Upon finding ourselves out of libations, I forced Scooby to drink something that we hadn’t touched all weekend.
Who wants to go home after a morning full of cocktailing?
Not this crew. So we headed to my fave honky tonk to carry on the celebratory shenanigans.
Day drinking that turns into night drinking makes everyone feel sexy.
Especially when putting sunglasses on.
In a bar.
When it’s dark outside.
400 drinks in, we started with the photo shoots.
And made strangers with wild hair become a part of our party.
432 cocktails in,
I became we became expert two steppers.
Upon giving him two very bruised feet, Royal took longer to recover from dancing with my graceless ass than he did his half marathon.
And after the heartbreaking goodbye to my fave gays, this happened the rest of the weekend…
Pussy on shoulder? Check.
Sunglasses on until 11pm? Check.
Here’s hoping your week is off to a semi-sober start.