It’s that time of year that green is all around us in Nashville as a welcomed sight. The grass, the leaves and this past weekend, the hue of celebrating the patron saint of Ireland, Patrick.
I met up with one of my former band mates, Keys, and we had a fun catch up lunch at my fave watering hole, Dalts.
Old friends make me a lucky gal.
Friends of yesteryear also keep me company with kind words and support he’s always throwing behind me.
I had a guest coming over for supper (oh, we will get into this supper vs. dinner debate at a later date) Friday evening and I hadn’t made my Lazy Lasagna (or anything that didn’t simply require a microwave heat up) in…well, I can’t remember when. Naturally, I acted like I was concocting an eight course meal, when really I was just layering ingredients.
Slaving away for supper.
Lucky for me, it turned out in my favor.
Once the lasagna was baked and in my belly, I promptly took a 16 hour nap, gearing up for the weekend festivities.
Pot of gold kickers.
In celebration of the season, I’d gussied up my pink tinsel Christmas Celebration tree and sat to enjoy my Saturday spiked coffee in front of it.
Lucky tree.
Perk Me Up.
Meeting up with friends for the celebration of Irish culture did not make for a dull time.
Lucky ladies.
I’m gonna need these hearts in pink for daily use.
We saw nothing but green until we started to consume cocktails of the day’s hue.
The Queen of green Jell-O shots…
.. might have had me seeing black and white.
While I was busy with Shamrock Shenanigans, my Iowa twins were road tripping down South.
Lucky they’re on their way to see me!
My neck aches for them.
It’s hard to remember just how little these two nuggets were a mere three years ago.
Time flies with twinning fun.
Three years later and still the cutest two shits I know.
Speaking of shits, I’m lucky to know the most fun one in all of Iowa City. My buddy N8 never misses a chance to morph into the best leprechaun every year.
Lucky leaning tower of green.
On Sunday, the actual day of Saint Patrick, I met up with First Mate for a gulp of our favorite boxed rosé. Although we didn’t get the green dye for to properly mark the occasion, we made do.
Pink and green are the perfect pairing.
It was so fabulous outside, we couldn’t resist a patio where Van Waffle asked me to take his picture. The fucking nerve.
My thoughts on being the photographer vs. the model.
All in all, the weekend of sunny skies, fabulous company and fun made me feel like the luckiest girl. Although, what makes my world go round always takes my lucky cake…
Lucky fur mama.
Here’s hoping a little luck comes your way this week.
Cheers!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 