A lazy Nashville Friday night consisted of Skinny Pirates and laundry with assistance from Mr. Bear, of course.
Wanting to be the center of my laundry attention.
A tad on the overly excited side, I accidentally ate an entire bag of Lay’s potato chips due to the fact that my bootlegged AE chip dip (brought back from last week’s trip to Iowa) called my name every three seconds from the fridge. Along with the equally delicious AE cottage cheese.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner for the weekend.
An unexpected girl’s Saturday night out called for pre-party cocktails and a fancy Instagram-ish photo shoot, showing off my leopard heels (purchased on sale at Dillards – $19.98. Hello!).
Cocktails and high heels on a Saturday night.
Upon arriving to our bar of choice, we commenced the rare evening out (some of these ladies have little ones, therefore not out-on-the town as much as yours truly) with a big, fat toast.
Cheers to Saturday!
Moms on the loose.
People watching is one of my fave things to do and I was trying to snap a pic of a gal’s rain boots all incognito with no success. So we sat up a mock photo shoot in the booth.
The cover up.
The victory shot of the camo rain boots with no precipitation in sight. But a much-needed documentation of Southern-style rubber mud kickers, agree?
Once our camo clad photo shoot was busted (I think my loud laugh gave our shenanigans away), we kept up the charade of a photo shoot up much to our fellow bar-goers delight.
Can you believe the Ford Modeling Agency passed on this? Complete with a carrot shred in my lap?
Oh you have camo boots? We have carrot moustaches.
Yes. We know we’re very cool.
Upon completion of our own personal media event in the bar booth, we celebrated with bubbly in our parked car (since we couldn’t crack the champs open in the restaurant – I brought the bottle in celebration of a baby girl born to one of our fellow ladies eight weeks earlier – so I was a little late…).
Have you done this since you were 16? We’re just keeping it classy!
Our car party was busted by the valet dude who acted like a cop on patrol.
Oh, what’s that you say? We can’t party in the parking lot of this fabulous establishment?
We kissed the stuffy bar good-bye (and I literally left my red lipstick and greasy nose print in my gal pal’s backseat) and hoofed it downtown to carry on the evening.
CBXB reminder for the week…I think that’s 24 hour stay put lipstick.
Disapproving of the late hour of my return, Ted could only look down his nose at me in disgust.
But he quickly got over it as I belly rubbed him to sleep.
Sunday was spent giggling at photos of my god-daughter…what better past time?
Life is good!
Here’s to a happy week for you!