Weekend Winks – Girls Night Out

A wild girls night out in Nashville is the proper way to kick-off any weekend, isn’t it?

Bend it like Beckham a crazy dame.

Party boots? Check. Flask in purse? Check. A gaggle of girls? Check.

While already excited to get down with some fabulous ladies, I had an extra reason to celebrate Friday night. I received notice that my college loans were paid IN FULL! While I waited to no avail for balloons to drop from the ceiling in mad celebration, I was in a tad state of shock as I was sure I’d be paying off my education for the rest of my life.

Celebrate good times!

Oh yeah! Only took what felt like 100 years to complete.

So you can bet your ass I did some cocktailing before being escorted to our party bus.

What's GNO without a pre-party cocktail?

Sharing my excitement with you. You’re welcome.

Of course the evening was zero fun. Especially after we started off lightly with Jagermeister.

Nothing a little Jager can't cure

Taking it back college style. Classy, I know.

All of the libations turned me into a lean (kinda bloated from booze, really), mean (I couldn’t stop smiling, so technically a nice) dancing machine.

Automatic dance party.

Can someone please tell the bus driver to not hit any bumps?

And the party just didn’t seem to stop even after we were told to vacate the bus.

Such a good idea

I’m not leaving until this bottle is empty. Sorry. Not sorry.

With every intention of going to hot yoga on Saturday morning, Teddy kinda took over by demanding I stay in bed.

No yoga for you.

No yoga for you.

When I tried to sneak out of the coziness of snuggles, this was the look I was given…

Are you sure? I'm positive.

Leave and you will pay.

So while I was held captive in my own bed (oh the horror) rehydrating, the Iowa twins decided on careers in which they’ll be embarking.

Pianist

A concert pianist for my niece.

Dog whisperer

A dog whisperer for my nephew.

While my heart was bursting with pride over the two cuties’ productiveness, I forced my feet to hit the floor and took to doing household chores Saturday afternoon. With help from my furiend, of course.

Dishwasher extraordinaire.

Dishwasher extraordinaire.

And what to my wondering eyes did appear was a package from one of my fave bloggers, Princess Rosebud from Enchanted Seashells.

Fun in the snail mail!

Fun from snail mail!

Her hubs makes fabulous bracelets and I was lucky enough to receive one!

Bring it.

The green bead stands for wealth and prosperity. BRING IT.

I was also given a pre-Valentine’s Day gift (PVG) in the form of a t-shirt from Mama.

Duh.

I wish she knew me better.

The perfect ending to a party weekend?

Watching the mid-season premiere of The Walking Dead with one hand over my eyes.

Walking Dean wine time!

Walking Wine time!

I suggest watching this TV show in the light of day, not right before you wish to fall asleep (which must be why I’m bleary eyed this am).

Here’s hoping you have a fabulous week.

Cheers!

CBXB!

Weekend Winks – Cinco de Chesney Style

My job doesn’t suck.

Working for a production company in Nashville makes for fun outings. This past weekend, our office loaded up a tour bus and headed to Columbia, SC to catch a Kenny Chesney concert.

All access pass to a fun day!

All access pass to a fun day!

My chariot awaited my entry.

My chariot awaited my entry. I could get used to this.

With a designated driver, party times Friday night ensued on the bus.  After a couple cocktails, our soiree into what seemed like a junior high slumber party with games like “Never Have I Ever” and “Truth or Dare,” being played.  The only thing we lacked was a warm bowl of water for the first person who passed out…

What

Truth or moonshine?

What trip is complete without Jagermeister (well, mine could have carried on without it)

Do you dare for a Jager?

Here’s a neat thing a fellow traveler found wedged between the ceiling of her bunk, leftover from a prior trip…

This is why I travel with my bed in a bag.

This is why I travel with my bed in a bag.

Upon our arrival, we found ourselves rollin’ with the big boys in the bus parking lot.

Rollin' with the big boys!

Our party parking lot.

Having an all access pass (poor, poor, pitiful me), I could roam the Williams Brice Stadium and see all of the shenanigans taking place before the door opened.

Williams Brice Stadium cold bleachers awaiting rear ends.

Cold bleachers awaiting rear ends.

Everyone needed their photo taken on the big stage, of course.

Pictures of pictures

Nice photographer!

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Listening to sound checks…not a rough day!

In case you’re blonde and/or are prone to getting lost, there are signs for you to follow everywhere.

There are signs everywhere in case your blonde and have no idea where to go.

Anybody know how to get to everything?

Vibe room to chill

It’s rough work being a VIP!

Think I’d still have a job if I rode the fish below like a bull?

Think I'd still have a job if I rode that fish like a bull?

Yeah I didn’t either, which is why you’re seeing this photo sans moi.

I wondered if Ted would mind this Marshall stack in our mini manse?

I wondered if Ted would mind this Marshall stack in our mini manse?

Aside from seeing Kenny (and Kasey Musgraves, Eli Young Band and the Zac Brown Band), the best part of the day was hanging with my work buddies (oh, and having an all access pass … and the cocktails … and the people watching).

Hanging with the crew

Hanging with some of the crew.

We came. We saw. Kenny conquered.

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It’s me! CBXB! Remember meeting me 10 years ago?

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I caught a glimpse of this below after the concert and had to take a picture – haven’t we all been there before, ladies? (But on second thought, who in the hell wears heels to a six hour concert?)

yuck

Wouldn’t you hate to be in the stall next to me and my camera? No shame here.

Of course Teddy was beyond infuriated when I returned home after being away one night. Therefore, I immediately shoved him in a sombrero (every cat’s dream) because we had to celebrate Cinco de Mayo!

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Nothing but love from those feline eyes.

Promptly after this photo shoot, I walked into my bedroom to find this scene…

Claws of punishment

Claws of punishment.

But in case you were wondering Mr. Bear and I made up by this morning. So much so that he settled in further to snuggle as my alarm (which usually makes him leap out of his fur), was screaming in my ear.

Where do you think you're going?

Where do you think you’re going?

How about my impressive, one armed, in-the-dark photo skills?

What alarm?

What alarm?

I did make it to work today – much to Ted’s dismay.

Cheers!

CBXB

CBXB!