A Nashville weekend jam-packed with sports, sequins and kitty cats.
Sounds like a dream come true, doesn’t it?
It’s not a Super Bowl without a few sequins.
Friday found me attending a Nashville Predators hockey game, where I had full expectations of yet another disappointing loss. However much to my delight, the Preds defeated the New Jersey Devils in overtime. Holla!
The win deserved to be celebrated, so my group trekked down Broadway looking for any establishment that didn’t have a two-mile line to get in. When we solidified our spot, everyone before our group and everyone after our group was carded. No one in our gang needed to whip out their ID as the bouncer said, “You’re with this guy?(a friend with few strands of gray hair) He’s old enough, I’m sure you are too.” Tear.
Reminiscing about the good old days of looking under 21.
Inquiring minds have been asking about New Cat (a freezing stray that showed up at our door a few weeks back), who is still in residence under my roof. You know how folks say after three days company starts smelling a little fishy? Then you can only imagine how Ted is feeling about New Cat after three weeks….
A real, live shadow for Teddy.
While I thought New Cat was enjoying his warm, cozy digs I second guessed that notion after catching him trying to commit suicide from my second balcony porch this weekend.
Only nine lives there, NC.
On a side note, this is really one of the sweetest, cuddliest cats I’ve ever seen. In the market for a little fur baby? I’ll drive him to a fabulous home…
Ever go dumpster diving? I didn’t think it was really a sport until I saw this set of glasses calling my name from the neighborhood trash can. Couldn’t help but slam on the brakes and carefully load my new glasses into the car.
Trashy treasure for me!
My two little Iowa rug rats were so excited for the Super Bowl that they stood up and cheered about it on Sunday morning.
A standing ovation for football.
While the twins were busy giving their legs a workout, my favorite feline was busy soaking in all of the fun from the Kitten Bowl.
Me and my MVP.
Of course there were parties to attend in honor of football’s biggest night. Remember how I said it’s not a Super Bowl without sequins? I meant to also include Jell-O shots in that statement.
Ain’t no party like a Super Bowl party…
I elbowed my way up to the well stocked bar as soon as I made my grand entrance.
Too bad there’s no liquor to consume.
Guess which glass I chose to guzzle from the entire evening?
When the whistle blew, we had our game faces on.
The spread of food would have easily covered a football field.
It keeps going…
Did I mention that there were Jell-O shots?
No pressure but you should probably have one. Or five.
While the game started to suck shit even before halftime, our crowd was ready for some Bruno Mars entertainment.
Bring us Bruno, baby!
80 inches of one fabulously fine performer.
While no one likes to see a Super Bowl blow out, there’s really only one thing you can do to keep from being bored…
Jell-O. For winners, losers and boredom.
Even sweet Buddy the dog was forced to sniff the gelatinous goodness due to the snooze fest of a game.
No worries. I did Buddy’s shot for him.
A few rounds of Jell-O made even the dreariest of commercials hilarious.
Game? What game?
Wishing I was feeling that happy on this Monday morning…
Congrats to the Seattle Seahawks!