It's no secret that at the ripe old age of 37, I can't party like I used to. Well, let's rephrase. I actually can party like I used to (there are pictures to prove it,) it's the recovery that gets me.
The girls and I headed north to Nashville this past weekend for 2 days filled with drinking, shopping, eating, drinking and well, more drinking. We got home at a decent time on Sunday yet I'm still struggling to catch up on my beauty sleep.
The weekend was absolutely perfect, we had some great food, we were able to sleep in, we got hit on by dudes, we made fun of dudes, we made up stories that dudes were so stupid they believed. The beer flowed like wine and the live music provided a great soundtrack for our weekend.
Thanks to the ladies that called in favors and left their little one's behind to celebrate my Birthday Month!
Now, who's next and where are we going?
|Yummy Dinner at Rose Pepper Cantina. Best margarita I've ever had. Seriously.|
|When they turn on the house lights, it's time to go.|