OMG. On Saturday night, my husband and I finally did something we’ve been talking about doing for years, but never actually got around to — until now. We synced up babysitters with two of our awesome couple friends and the six of us went out for drinks and dinner. And it was bad ass. Like a really, freakin’ awesome good time.
The night started off with this:
And after God knows how many more rounds of cocktails, dinner, and getting kicked out of the bar twice (don’t ask) — we decided to call it a night and headed home — talking the entire way about how much fun we had and how we really need to go out and party with our friends more often.
Or at least that’s how I felt till I woke up Sunday morning, in an old Kappa Kappa Gamma t-shirt, none the less.
I think it’s safe to say my partying days are over. The end.