I will start this post off with a "Don't judge me".
I think because Wednesday was my Friday, my consuption of how many adult beverages that I can haz got all screwed up.
Thursday I crafted. With wine. Because it ain't crafting if there ain't wine. This was the first time that I consumed any of the sweet berry wine in a week, due to a
dumb necessary compromise that needed to be had between the hubs and I.
Productive day right?
Friday, I met my sister out for a nooner. I finally wore my Kiki la' Rue, you tiger now cardi!
One glass of wine at lunch and our plans were made for the the night. Thai and BYOB
Just a quick, unpaid for, non bias review on this stuff....
HORRIBLE! Why, I though buying a wine called "YIB" was going to be delish is beyond me. And why I thought paying $11.99 for each one was some kind of deal for a large box o' wine was stupado. (What I think really turned me on to these, is that the extra tall Starbs straw would have worked perfectly in these yibs, however because I was yearning for such class, we actually used glasses).
Anyways, we drank it.
We got dropped off after dinner and the hubs and I decided to go out for a drink.
After about this point, the night gets blurry.
I know this because this is the last picture that was taken in my phone...around 10:30 pm
If making a paper napkin mustache and sticking it to your mans face with lip gloss at the bar isn't your kind of thing...yawn.
Lets fill you in on the shit show. Saturday morning I wake up, surprisingly, and feel good.
I vaguely remember last nights shenanigans 1.) meeting a horse named Dexter, whom ate my necklace and 2.) being told that I took a short nap on a strangers couch. There is nothing worse than being told what you did fyi.
Just as I'm thinking today is going to be a good day 3.) As I was getting dressed I noticed this big bruise. I mean baseball in the thigh kind of bruise. And then it came to me, I also ate it down a flight of carpeted stairs last night in my BCBG pumps, at the same strangers house. White girl Wasted.
First impressions are my thing.
I think the most mortifying part is that this "stranger", is more of an acquaintance. She's been a bartender at the same local bar forever. Well on Friday, Josh completed his first "pay it forward" in the Dunks drive thru to none other than this BARTENDER! And here I am all "Jess the Mess" mode hours later at her house.
So what did I do on Saturday. I went out and had a few bloody's and a heath bar mudslide!
We finished the day off with some dumpster diving.
"WOOD, and coffee cups and wrappers, Oh MY!"
And it was finally semi-warm enough that with a shit load of gasoline, we were able to burn our Christmas tree later that afternoon
And YAY to March and spring!!! I'm all about building my bank account up this month, despite the bachelorette party, boston bloggers meet up, army reunion and girls night that I have planned.
Mallory and I are launching a March Challenge. Because neither one of us can commit to "A Mile a Day In March" we are launching "NO SPEND MARCH!"
So grab a button for your blog and save this month!
*fineprint. No Spend March does not mean that you cannot by groceries, wine, have a date night etc. It simply means stop buying shit for your self and stay out of Target if you want to be successful with this one!
And now that my hangover is finally gone, I will be productive today!!!!