The Birthday Snob

Happy Friday, ya'll! And more importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Today I am 29 years young. As is per usual,  such thing as a calm, no chaos week doesn't exist in my life and I haven't a spare moment to blog this week.

BUT I've been thinking about all the things I want to blog about. That counts right? Coming up, expect to see some goals for the next year, some reflections on my 20s, and why I think it's difficult to make friends over 30. Oh, and I've got another "To the" brewing, so stay tuned.

It's been a good birthday week. Monday, my husband surprised me with a Kindle Fire and a sweet note. Tuesday, my favorite girls took me to a delicious birthday dinner at RPM. (By dinner I mean 3 bottles of wine + 1 glass each, and some light plates. Oops.) I had lunch and drinks with friends last night, and this morning, my co-workers surprised me with donuts and Champs! They know the way to my heart. For reals.

This afternoon, we are headed to Seattle. That's right. For "the race." Ya'll, I saw the course for this bitch. It's 11 miles long, and there are 20 obstacles, many of which involve mud and jumping into frigid bodies of water and smoking holes. I mean, I just really hope after this is all said and done, I am like "That just happened. I just did that." Wish me luck.

Anyway, not much time  to write, but I just wanted to share this little gem of a photo with you:

That's right. That's me. I have no idea how old I am turning in this photo. I'm going to guess 6 or 7 based on the hideousness that is the couch I'm sitting on. That has to be from the 80s. 

In any case, so many things are amazing in this picture. First off: the couch. Second, who braided my hair this way? My mom (God love her) sure as heck didn't. I mean, I did own one of those books that gave you step-by-steps on how to braid, but this looks a little advanced, even for me. Third: nice bangs. Fourth: the Old School Barbie schwag. Fifth: I think it goes without saying that my face is priceless. My dad showed me this photo a couple of weeks ago and when I asked what my issue was, his response was that I wasn't happy with the presents I got.

Some things never change. I have always been, and always will be a birthday snob. And proud of it.

Perhaps the best part of this photo is my older sister, who's cut out of my version, but she's standing there in the original with her arms also crossed and looking at me with pure disgust. Like I said: some things never change.

I should do a {Way Back Whensday} about my birthdays sometime. I had some bomb ass birthdays. One included a cake shaped like a bubble gum machine, with REAL GUMBALLS. Say what?!

Anyway, it's sure to be a good birthday weekend (self-fulfilling prophecy?) Next week, expect great stories from the race (assuming I'm still alive) and a lot of sadness because my BFF is moving away from me. WAAAH. 

Leave me some birthday love!

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Weekend Update: Nashville Does Chicago

Happy Monday...said nobody ever.

I hate Mondays, especially this one, so thank goodness it's almost over. I'm a big believer in "tomorrow's a new day, " so I can't wait for the clock to strike 12.

I won't go into details but I can tell you that the Packers vs Seahawks game played a role. What a terrible job by the "referees." What should have been an interception was ruled a touchdown and the Packers were robbed. I love this tweet from @ReignofTroy:
Packers, you boys got schiested! (How do you spell that? I'm sticking with the 'i before e, except after c' rule...)

Luckily, I had a pretty stellar weekend with another one on the way. It's my birthday week (yay!) and we're headed to Seattle (city of evil) on Friday for Tough Mudder and weekend of celebration. Anxiety is my first name right now.

Tonight I'm linking up for my Weekend Update:

Our great friends, Annie and Bret, were visiting this weekend from Nashville. Annie planned quite the weekend for her man's suprise 30th birthday celebration in Chicago. We started off with drinks at the Signature Lounge at the top of the Hancock Building on Friday after work, followed by dinner at Lou Malnati's and drinks at Tavern on Rush. Gorgeous view of my favorite city:

On Saturday, we were up early to head downtown to Theory to watch the Hawkeyes. Theory is Bret's favorite Chicago bar and it's a bonus that it's an Iowa bar. Once, he came here for a medical conference and spent every day watching sports at Theory. True story. Anyway, we watched a terrible game of football and then went on a mini bar crawl to nearby bars.

Here's what I wore:

How fun are my pants!? Best $19 I ever spent. You should go to Old Navy and buy them now! Oh and sorry about the bags under my eyes. I told you, it was early.

The best part of my day was definitely at Public House where I saw Ed Swiderski and Sarah Newlon. You know, from Bachelor Pad 3? Oh wait, you don't know, because I'm the only person in the world who watches that crap? I was a stage 5 creeper, I will admit. I was totally starstruck. You would have thought it was Jennifer Aniston and Ryan Gosling by the way I was acting. I happened to run into Sarah in the bathroom and was all, "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Sarah from The Bachelor?" and she was all "OMG, that's me!" Conversation ensued, she introduced me to Ed and we took a pic. BF4E.

Sunday, you know I went to the Bears' game. It wasn't sooo bad. We hit it so hard on Saturday though, that we were pretty tame on Sunday. It was a beautiful fall day and I was able to come up with a totes cute outfit, if I do say so myself. Check it out:

Thanks again, Old Navy. And yes, I did take this in the bathroom.

The rest of Sunday was spent just as I told you it should be: on the couch.

How was your weekend?

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Friday's Fancies: Game Day

Happy Friday, ya'll!

I've touched a little bit on how much I love football. You know that my grandpa played for the Green Bay Packers in 1946, so Packers are in my blood. I've stood by them in good times and in bad, through Superbowls and embarrassing losses (ahem, like last year's playoff game).

And although I went to the University of Kansas, they never had much of a football team — that's putting it mildly. As such, for college football, I've always backed the Iowa Hawkeyes, having grown up in Iowa City.

Now, I get a lot of shit for my football preferences. Living in Chicago, it's no surprise that I get heckled by Bears' fans daily. I also take it for picking and choosing the teams and sports I want to root for. For example, Hawkeye football and Jayhawk basketball. You know what they say — Haters Gonna Hate and I do what I want!

Today I'm linking up for the first time with {av}, whom I also have to thank for my awesome blog design, for Friday's Fancies!

I've gotta say, this was so much fun! And, it was also perfectly timed because... I have a confession to make.

I'm going to the Bears game on Sunday.

Gasp! I know, I know. But what I can I say? The husband and I were offered free tickets, we've got our good friends in town who are diehard fans and I'll never pass up the opportunity to tailgate on a beautiful fall day. So there you have it. But I'm stressing about what to wear. I can't—literally, can't—bring myself to wear a Bears shirt. I just can't do it. I figure I can skirt the issue by wearing something in Bears colors, so as not to feel too much like a traitor.

Those who know me know that I'm low-maintenance. My style is cute and comfortable, first and foremost. And, a lot depends on the weather. I'm not afraid to sport a sweatshirt and Uggs in the freezing cold. But this link-up is all about imagination, so I've created two looks for the perfect fall day: one for the Packer game I've never been to and what I wish I could wear this weekend.

Game Day

I'm dying for a pair of these boots, but I can't for the life of me figure out why they cost close to $300? I love me these Citizens of humanity jeans, especially the straight leg. They're great to tuck into boots, or to wear with a cute flat. I love this t-shirt because it reminds me of something I might have found in Dad's closet and then cut the neck myself to give it a little sex appeal. Pair it with a cute sweater, simple earrings and an amazing tote and we're ready!
Game Day 2

Let's be honest, I could totally rock this look, Bears game or not. There's not one thing I don't love about this outfit. What do you guys think?

Who are you rooting for this weekend?

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I Believe...

Happy Thursday everyone! I apologize that my blogs this week have been less than stellar, but I can't be awesome all the time. I just can't.

Today I'm linking up with Erin. Not only do "I believe" this is a great topic, but I've also been admiring Erin's blog from afar, and she seems like a girl after my own heart. Maybe someday she'll let me guest blog for her...(Hint Hint).
Anyway, I believe in a lot of things, so, here.we.go:

i believe...
in to-do lists.

in song lyrics that say exactly what I'm feeling.

 in date nights. at least once a week.

in this motto:

                                                                   Source: via Rachel on Pinterest

in the right to do whatever you want to on a Friday night.
especially if it includes not leaving the house.

in true love.

                                                                    Source: via Rachel on Pinterest

that everything in life is a choice.

in ghosts and the afterlife.
i just have to. it's easier to believe than that death is the end.

that it's totally normal to listen to a song on repeat.

that this man is my everything.
that this blog will be successful someday.

that "That's what she said" jokes will never get old and will make me laugh every single time.

                                                                  Source: via Lily on Pinterest

that laughter is the best medicine, especially after a good cry.

in being independent.

that change is what you make of it.

in forgiveness. 
where would so many of us be without it?

in good people and kind souls.

in girls weekends.

that we all make mistakes. 
it's what you learn from them that shapes you.

that everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion.

that I am not the only woman over 13 who thinks Justin Bieber and Hunter Hayes are totes adorbs.

that two of the best movies of all time are Christmas Vacation and The Karate Kid.

in good manners.
It's amazing how far a little "please" and "thank" you will get you.

that Honey Boo Boo Child is a low that not even I will sink to.

that Sundays were made for either lying on the couch or drinking beer all day at a bar.

that spray tans are an instant confidence boost, as are getting your hair, makeup or nails done.

that Mother Teresa had it right:

                                                                     Source: via Rachel on Pinterest

that it's not what you have but who you share it with.

that sarcasm makes the world go round.

that fear is the worst reason not to do anything.
the sole reason I'm doing Tough Mudder next week. (NEXT WEEK!)
                                                                            Source: via Rachel on Pinterest

in wine and sparkling C's with my mom, sisters and girls.

in honesty, even when it hurts to hear or share.

that good things come to those who wait.

That this is the definition of true friendship:
                                                                               Source: via Rachel on Pinterest

that no one is perfect.

                                                                         Source: via Rachel on Pinterest

But mostly, that  life is too short to be anything but happy and appreciative.
                                                                   Source: via Rachel on Pinterest

What do you believe?

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Way Back {Whensday}: Addy Throwback

My dog, Addy, often looks at me like I'm bat-shit crazy. Gives me this look out of the corner of her eye. A stink eye, one might say.

Bryan says she does this because I scare her with my kisses, hugs and attempts to dress her in clothing or play with me, like a normal dog. Blasphemy. He says that she doesn't understand what I'm doing when I kiss her, hug her, throw toys for her to fetch, or call her Pookie (or a variation of other pet names that are not 'Addy'). I call bullshit.

Have you ever read The Art of Racing in the Rain? It's totally changed my perspective on dogs.

I do not care what you say: My dog is a person. She cuddles and watches TV. She will sleep until 11am if we do. She can't stand to be alone in a room. She loves Sour Patch Kids, watermelon, cheese, and Bryan and I are convinced that if allowed, she could eat an entire pizza. She sleeps with her head on the pillow and with her body under the covers. She huffs and puffs when we kick her off the bed, and she sighs when we argue in front of her.

Things she does not do but that all "normal" dogs do, which further supports to my theory that she is a person stuck in a dog's body: She does not fetch. She does not devour her food in seconds at dinnertime. She doesn't chew on shoes or destroy anything in the couch. She won't eat my dinner if I leave it on the table unsupervised. She doesn't need to be let out at specific times of the day. She doesn't really love to go on walks. She hates dog parks, and other dogs in general. If let out without a leash, she will not run away. My girlfriend who dog sat for us once put it best when she said that watching Addy was more like "cat sitting."

Anyway, on this "Way Back {Whensday}" with Rachel, I'm not TOTALLY doing what I think this linkup is intended for, but, whatevs. It's my blog and I do what I want! I'm doing a throwback to my sweet Addy, showcasing her cuteness as a puppy.
You're welcome.

A little background on Addy, for those who have never met our little bundle of joy: We rescued her in October 2006. She was originally named 'Chelsea' and was just the sweetest puppy you'd ever met. We met a series of dogs who upon seeing us tried to run us over, peed with excitement, or literally bounced off the walls. Not Addy. She calmly walked over, hopped into my lap and immediately started nuzzling me. I was a goner.

We took Addy home that night, even though we technically were not allowed to have a dog at either of our apartments, and even though we had just gone "to look." Addy was the worst smelling thing to come in our vicinity, but we loved her all the same. We argued the entire ride home about what to re-name her. We finally settled on "Addison," because that was the street where I lived. 

Is she cute or what?

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Weekend Update: Sloan Turns 1!

Happy Monday. I say that with about as much enthusiasm as you think I did. I've got to make this post short and sweet because it's 10pm, I'm tired and I'm still working. The triple threat and not in a good way. The night could be made better if I had a glass of wine by my side, but I'm detoxing for next weekend, remember? Ugh.

Tonight I'm linking up with five30three, Join the Gossip and Sami's Shenanigan's for my Weekend Update:

The hubs was out of town, so I was flying solo this weekend, sadly. I started the weekend a little bit early and went to my friends' house for the Bears vs Packers game on Thursday night. It was great to catch up with some friends I haven't seen in forever, and the Pack won! Win-win.

Friday I worked a half day, got some housekeeping items taken care of at home and the hit the road to head home to Iowa City for the weekend. Friday night was low-key (just the way I like it), as I helped set up for my niece's birthday party, and then had some dinner and wine with my besties while we prepped for SJ's  bridal shower on Saturday morning.

Last week, I shared some favorite tailgating memories, and I've gotta say, it was strange being in Iowa City for a home football game and not tailgating. Maybe we are growing up after all? Wouldn't that be the pits. Saturday morning, the girls and I hosted a bridal shower for the lovely SJ. Then we headed back to my sister's house for a low-key bachelorette party. We watched the game, played some beer pong (and Dick Head Hoopla), babysat Sloan and of course, drank lots of champs. It was great afternoon and evening!

Sunday morning was the big hoorah, as we celebrated Sloan's birthday. I am obsessed with that girl. Literally, I am so overwhelmed with love for her at times, I cry. Say what you will. Anyway, her party was quite the affair and I've gotta hand it to my sister. Thanks to the wonders of Pinterest, she planned and executed a "Bunny" party, because of Sloan's love for bunnies. Sloan was dressed to the nine's in her bunny onesie, tutu and bunny ears! There was a great turnout and I always love having all of my favorite people in one place.

That's it for me! Sorry to be so boring and quick. Check out pictures from the party and weekend below.
All of the party details:
What did you do this weekend?

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Way Back {When}sday: Football Edition

It's the most wonderful time of the year...not to be confused with the other most wonderful time of the year, which FYI, is in December.

It's football season, ya'll! Time for tailgates, sweatshirts and the only reason I need to start drinking at 9 a.m. on Saturday.  
mmm, let's be honest, I can start drinking at 9 a.m. anytime.

Last weekend commenced college, NFL and fantasy football, and I am a fan of all three. Having grown up in Iowa City, I'm an Iowa Hawkeye fan first and foremost. And, I have the Green Bay Packers in my blood since my grandpa played for them in 1946. Both teams let me down on this past weekend, but at least I won in both of my fantasy leagues.
 This is Grandpa Zupek in 1946, Pack uniform in all!

Anyhoo, suffice it to say that I'm pumped for what's in store this season. To celebrate, I'm linking up with Rachel at Can't Google Everything  for Way Back {When}sday to showcase some of my most favorite tailgating memories.
Note: What you're about to see is a lot of photos of my friends and I. Drunk, young and in most cases, overweight. You're welcome.

In 2005, my friends and I were barely legal to drink. We'd typically start a football weekend with FAC (Friday After Class), staying out until 2am. At tailgates the next day, we could be found starting no later than 6am. Tailgates usually had approximately 20 kegs of beer. We did things like keg stands, fall down hills, fall off trucks and on top of grills, chain smoke cigarettes and rip toilet seats off. For a game that started at 11am, we were usually out until 2am. It.was.awesome.

In 2006, we had graduated college. Sara and I had moved to Chicago, Mandy was in Kansas City, and when we all came home for a home football game, there was trouble in paradise. Unfortunately, we weren't much more "mature" despite the fact that we had apparently joined the real world. We still peed behind bushes and danced on top of the Magic Bus. We still started tailgating at obscene hours of the morning. When one of us passed out, we could still count on Amber to draw on us with marker and stack literally everything under our bed on top of us while we were passed out.

In 2007...well, I'll be honest, there wasn't much change in behavior from 2006. Or 2005. It was less likely that we started tailgating as early or staying out as late, but we were still up to no good when it came to tailgating and watching the game. This year, we even went to to Kansas City. The perfect opportunity to visit Mandy, go to KU homecoming and reunite with all my college friends!

It wasn't until about 2008 when things started to change. And by that, I mean that we didn't spend 20 out out of 24 hours on Saturday drinking our faces off. This is the year my friends started getting engaged and married. Naturally, for some of us this meant running down the street screaming "I'M GETTING MARRIED, I'M GOING TO BE A BRIDE!" and for others, it meant throwing shoes at trees in excitement. Also, Iowa came to play at Soldier Field and that was super fun.

In 2009, we had to do really adult things, like drink responsibly while tailgating in order to help set up for friends' weddings. We also started doing things like actually going TO the game, instead of drinking through it. Novel idea, eh?

In 2010, behaviors started improving. Not everyone tailgated every Saturday, but those who did really got after it. These weekends became the weekends that the girls got together, so we had to make the most of it. One Saturday in particular, my bestie (Britt) and I had been out all day and all night and wanted to go to bed. We thought it would be a good idea to sleep in the jewelry store that Britt manages downtown. Thinking better of that plan, in light of the fact that she would be FIRED, we walked over to the Sheraton. $310 for a room? Not sold. Plan C was my insistence that I was OK to drive home. As soon as the words were spoken, the thought was rejected. Plan D? Let's get a cab. Now why didn't I think of that?

Come 2011, we were more mature. People actually COULDN'T tailgate due to work, and those marriages turned into babies, which turned into responsibilities. For some of us, anyway. For the rest of us, and by that I mean me, Saturdays in the fall were spent pretty much the same way as they always had been: drunk. Parents started thinking of us as equals, offering us illegal drugs to smoke in the trees or a classier glass of wine to replace the beer shotguns. Thanks, and no thanks.

That does it for me today. I hope you've enjoyed this walk down memory lane. I'm sure my friends hate me for it. Sorry I'm not sorry.

What are your favorite tailgating memories?

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9/11 Remembered

September is my favorite month. It's the start of fall, football season, boot & sweater season, and of course, it's my birthday month. What's not to love?

Well, for one thing: the anniversary that comes every year on September 11.

You always hear people talk about those days they'll never forget that mark our history: The day Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his famous "I Have a Dream" speech or the day he was assassinated. The assassinations of former presidents Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley or Kennedy. The day Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. When women were granted the right to vote or the day the Civil Rights Movement passed. How about when America inaugurated its first African-American president?

You remember exactly where you were, what you were doing, who you were with, and what you were wearing. And if you weren't around, your parents, grandparents and the generations before them have all shared their story enough that you know where they were, too.

For me, I'll never forget being a senior in high school on that Tuesday 11 years ago. We heard about the first plane crashing right as the senior class was shuffling out to take our senior class photo. Our photo haunts me to this day. We are smiling, laughing and giving bunny ears to each other, naive to what was happening hundreds of miles away, or the impact it would have on us. It wasn't until we came inside that we heard about the second plane, and then the subsequent crashes at the Pentagon, and into a field.

I'll also never forget the day we went to war with Iraq. I was in San Diego on Spring Break with my girlfriends and we watched it on the news. I remember because my boyfriend (now husband), who was in the Army, was over in Europe, his fate unknown.

It's overwhelming at times to think about how privileged we are as a nation. No matter what your political stance or what you believe, no one can deny that we live in the greatest country on Earth. We should all count our blessings every day for that.

Today, I think of all those who have have lived, loved and lost for our country and our freedoms, and I pray for those who lost anyone on this day 11 years ago.

Where were you on September 11, 2001?
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It's OK Thursday

Happy Thursday! Or as the kids call it, Thirsty Thursday. I'm enjoying my first glass of wine all week. I mentioned that I, along with my husband, have been detoxing to try and shed some weight before "the race." In our house, that means no drinking Sunday through Wednesday. Thursdays are optional, depending on the day, and trust me, it's been that kind of day.

I feel like I've been having lots of "those days" lately. What's up with that? My husband always tell me that I tend to carry the weight of the world when I don't need to, and I'll be the first to admit that he's right. I fret over things that aren't my problem, or that aren't a big deal. It causes unnecessary stress in my life, and honestly, I don't need more of that. What I know though, is that everything always works out. It may not work out the way you thought or the way you wanted, but everything ends up OK.

That brings me to today's theme, a link up with Neely for It's OK Thursday!

Its Ok Thursdays

It's OK...

To not have plans for the weekend. Relaxing is good for the soul.

To miss a workout, eat that piece of pizza, have that extra glass of wine or indulge in a candy bar. 
YOLO, ya'll!

To fail, as long as you tried.

To have a "healthy" obsession with TV.

To laugh at yourself and your own jokes.

To have an opinion that's different from someone else's.

To wear the same jeans for 7 days straight.

To apologize and admit that you were wrong.

To have forgotten that the sun was a star.
 (Oh gimme a break, it's been at least 100 years since I learned that shit.)

To sometimes have multiple Diet Coke's and coffees in one day.

To cry, bitch and rant once in awhile. It just feels good.

To Facebook stalk your husband's ex.
 (Husband says this is not OK. I don't do it anymore. That much.)
To have those days where you just want to be with Mom or Dad.

To watch 'The Lucky One' by yourself with a glass of wine, in your bathrobe, lusting after Zac Efron...but who would be doing that on a Thursday night? 

What's OK with you this week?

P.S. Should I add Zac to my Top Five?

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Champs & Wiz Khalifa

Man, oh man. I'm back from an extra long, four-day weekend, and I'm feeling exhausted and like I ate and drank my face off. Oh wait, I did. More on that in a minute.

Today I'm linking up with these ladies and getting you our bachelorette weekend update. This will be a lengthier post than most cuz oh boy, do I have stories. :)

The weekend started how it always should: On a Thursday. We had our annual company outing and this year we went to a Cubs game. We were treated generously with catered lunch, and an open bar at the game. I stayed at the "after-party" a little too long and was en route to a second bar when I decided to "Houdini" and high-tail my drunk ass home. But not before stopping at Taco Bell, which I clearly needed because I was doing such things as hanging off a bar and taking shots of whiskey.

Exhibit A:

Friday morning came too soon as I rose at 5am for my flight to Denver. But all was well in my world after a coffee and blood Mary:

We got to Denver safe and sound and spent the day doing airport runs and errands before settling into our 2-floor suite for wine and sparkling C's.

Now, before I get deeper into the weekend, we need to talk about Subaru's in Denver. The city is the mother of Subaru's, or Subi's as everyone there called them. It was like a freakin' breeding ground, and of course we fit in with our rental car. We fondly called it a "Lesbaru," because that's what we looked like as the 6 of us packed in real close to our Subi.
Sincerest apologies to anyone who takes that offensively. You obviously don't know me. - I want to drive Subarus with you.

Saturday was 'Bachelorette Day' for our bride to be, SJ. We went for a hike, then settled in by the pool for some sun and Bloodys.
This is where it gets good. Our plan for the night was to have a bridal shower for SJ, enjoy some games, drinks & eats, and be on our drunken way to tailgate for the Wiz Khalifa concert out at Red Rocks. Now, I'll say that I had zero expectations going into the concert. I know some Wiz music, but I'm definitely not well-versed. I was just excited to go to Red Rocks and hang with my favorite ladies.

So. Things went according to plan—for the most part. We had a successful shower and SJ was kind enough to give us all these AMAZING hats. They said everything from 'Haters Gonna Hate' to 'Young and Wild Free' to 'YOLO.' And they were mesh, and most were neon. Amazeballs.
So, rather than tell you every amazing story & detail of the concert experience, I'll give a brief summary. Basically, the concert rocked. I tried to hide a flask in my pants. I thought I forgot the tickets. I tried Four Loco. I had a man open the door to a huge crowd while I was squatting over the toilet. Red Rocks is amaze. Wiz Khalifa was da bomb. And I have never been around so much marijuana in my life.

Sunday was Funday, if ya know what I mean. We kicked off the day at brunch—and I mean, let's be honest, brunching is bomb. I always want to be a lady who brunches. It rarely happens but when it does, it always involves Bloody Mary's, bottomless mimosas, or both. On Sunday, it was the latter. We started with giant Bloody Mary's, before buying at least 3 bottles of champange at our first bar. And before moving on to bottomless mimosas. Bottomless BLOOD ORANGE mimosas, I should add, and they were fabulous defined. After making friends with our waiter and a group of guys, they showed us the town until the wee hours of the night. And by wee hours, I mean 11pm, because let's be honest, our asses were toast at that point.
Now, don't worry, I'm not gonna leave out all the good stuff. I asked my friends to help me fill in the blanks from the weekend to create some "highlights. Here's what we pieced together, so interpret how you will:
  • Getting called 'bitches' by people within 5 minutes of walking into the venue
  • And to that point, 'Haters gonna hate!'
  • Drinking Four Loco with 15 year olds
  • A young man opening the Port-a-Potty door on me
  • Dominating two separate groups at flip cup. Still got it!
  • Sticking a flask in my pants to sneak into the concert, and then pulling it out immediately when I realized we were getting wanded
  • The flask said Douchebag
  • Keeping a bar open an hour after last call — at 4pm
  • Floating
  • BMLOYT and PITV and PowerMoist
  • #hashbrown, #SorryI'mNotSorry
  • Jessica missing the bed & sleeping on the floor
  • Longest airport road ever
  • Assuring 3 young men that we were not a wasted opportunity because we could get them girls!
  • Giant Bloody's, Giant Margs, everything here is giant!
  • I'm Wide Awake
That about sums it up. Another successful bachelorette party and another great weekend with my bests.

How was your weekend? Have you been to Red Rocks? Any funny highlights you'd like share?

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