171, 170, 169 more days to go...
Friday. Stayed up way too late celebrating. I wore a cute little silk romper, a boyfriend blazer, and sky high heels. Had I known it was going to be such a late night, none of that would have been part of my outfit. First off, we had dinner with co-workers downtown at a crazy spicy Chinese restaurant. I forgot that Old City streets were still cobblestone, so walking around wasn't exactly a breeze. Second, I drank about two gallons of water from the aforementioned crazy HOT Chinese food....but felt the need to hold my pee all night because of the romper (TMI? probably.) I mean, they are adorable, but who wants to strip down in a dirty downtown bathroom? The night in the city was topped off with ice cream and shakes...yummm!
Next stop, Molly's Birthday Party!!!! Happy Birthday, Molly:) No one else I know could throw a fried chicken and chocolate cake party quite like my New Orleans cutie. Every party at her place feels like Mardi Gras...hence the beads and boas and jazz! Didn't get home until the wee hours of Sunday but I'm pretty sure Molly's Mom is still going strong.
Friday. Stayed up way too late celebrating. I wore a cute little silk romper, a boyfriend blazer, and sky high heels. Had I known it was going to be such a late night, none of that would have been part of my outfit. First off, we had dinner with co-workers downtown at a crazy spicy Chinese restaurant. I forgot that Old City streets were still cobblestone, so walking around wasn't exactly a breeze. Second, I drank about two gallons of water from the aforementioned crazy HOT Chinese food....but felt the need to hold my pee all night because of the romper (TMI? probably.) I mean, they are adorable, but who wants to strip down in a dirty downtown bathroom? The night in the city was topped off with ice cream and shakes...yummm!
Next stop, Molly's Birthday Party!!!! Happy Birthday, Molly:) No one else I know could throw a fried chicken and chocolate cake party quite like my New Orleans cutie. Every party at her place feels like Mardi Gras...hence the beads and boas and jazz! Didn't get home until the wee hours of Sunday but I'm pretty sure Molly's Mom is still going strong.
Saturday. Still recovering from last night. The day included lots of sleeping, chocolate milk, and hiking with the pups...quite a good recovery method. And never under estimate a pair of giant sunglasses to cover tired eyes and dark circles.
Sunday. What, it's already Sunday? Cutoffs and a tank is my favorite Sunday outfit. Sloppy, I know...but it's Sunday.























