A fun Friday night out to see the Nashville Predators take on the Vancouver Canuks.
First Mate and I hanging at the arena bar (I mean, where else would we meet?)!
To keep the cost of drinks down (arena prices are $7 for a single, $14 for a double and you all know what I’d order), I stash my own flask and become a very germaphobe bar tender in a bathroom stall.
Up to no good.
The toilet paper dispenser acts as my bar, I stuff the lid in my mouth (to keep germs at bay) and pour out half of the Sprite (it was a vodka night) in the toilet (being sure to keep the cup three feet above the seat).
Classy bathroom bar with an even classier bar tender.
I have a thing for mascots. I mean a crazy lady thing (which won’t come as a surprise when I tell you that the Preds mascot is a giant cat). Here’s my boyfriend, Gnash making his appearance, repelling down from the ceiling.
He’s such a stud.
With great seats and a vodka filled cup, fun times were had although the Preds lost 1-0.
Even Carrie Underwood’s pretty husband (yes, he’s pretty, not handsome) couldn’t help the team score.
Being the fashion diva I think I am, what about this ensemble…backpack, knee-length (which look good on…who?) Mom shorts and sneakers with no socks?
Enough to drive me to drink! So I did.
Upon leaving the game and heading toward the honky tonks, this gentleman kindly reminded the crowd that if you don’t live a clean life, you’ll go to hell.
In case you were wondering…
Where do you think I’ll go?
Heaven or Hell?
Once again at Robert’s Western World (for the second time in two days…think the band members are pretty sure I’m stalking them), The Don Kelley Band played my favorite dancing song – only this time I didn’t have to dance alone (read all about it here).
This time around, my dancing skills scored me a crisp $100 bill.
OK, really someone’s friend wanted to buy us a round but gave me the dough, so I pretended it was a tip. (A girl can dream about her dancing skills!)
The overload of cocktail money caused me to pull double duty on the drinks.
Art of the double fist.
Due to the amounts of liquor consumed, Friday was a late night and Teddy was a little bitch on Saturday because I’d interrupted his beauty sleep at 2am.
Not a happy camper.
As I was gearing up for my Saturday evening events, I chose some new kicks to debut. Only thing is they creaked with every single step I took.
Is there a WD-40 for boots?
A quick happy hour with gal pals to commence my Saturday festivities.
Another round please!
Seeing my very favorite bar tender – who pours Skinny Pirates perfectly (he’s actually the one who nailed the concoction all those years ago at Dalts. Sigh).
Think he makes house calls?
Making the switch from my Captain to red wine, as I celebrated a birthday at a swanky little Nashville Italian joint.
When in Rome….
On Sunday, I excitedly anticipated the Academy Awards while Teddy was still in recovery from my late weekend nights.
My Oscar evening included champagne and pretty pink (what else would you expect?) frosted cupcakes.
Fancy cupcake for the fancy evening.
Teddy got a second wind and insisted on sitting in the front row for the actual awards broadcast.
My Oscar view.
And I’m happily starting Monday off in this fabulous, bedazzled skull studded tank my gal Tina gifted me this weekend (think she knows me very well?).
Kickin’ ass and takin’ names today!
Here’s hoping you do the same.