Last night, Nicole, Jen, and I (plus respective
male dance partners husbands) went to a lounge called Butter, and we danced until our feet hurt. It was fun – we didn’t get home until 2:30!
Duck facing was out in full force, per the usual. 🙂
Lots of shimmying ensued after I drank two Captain Morgan and Ginger Ales (which is an awesome mixed drink, by the way). I alternated with regular soda and managed to save myself from a headache and an overdrafted bank account. Drinks were $$$.
Came home, ate a peanut butter sandwich, and collapsed in bed! We slept until 11:00. Felt so good.
Mellow Yellow brunch:
Leftover Broccoli and Mushroom Casserole, an egg, half a banana, and a quarter of a freshly chopped pineapple. Didn’t realize how YELLOW everything was until I plated it.
My calves are sore from dancing in heels. I wonder if I can talk the Husband into a foot rub…
heels are the worst that way! Good for u opting for a late night PB sammy rather than greasy pizza love (or in Tucson the thing is random “street meat” – like hot dogs, etc.)