Happiest of Mondays, All.

As usual, it was another whirlwind weekend over here. After an extra short work week, I jetted down to Longview on Thursday night to get a jump on the bridal shower we were throwing on Saturday. As soon as I arrived, my sister, cousin, and I headed to the happiest place on earth… Target! We did a little shopping then ran a few additional shower errands. We ended up chatting and crafting into the wee hours of the morning only to pop back up a few hours later for a Costco trip. A basketful of goodies and several hundred dollars later, we were done with shower prep for the day and on to the next activity.

Chloe and I headed to my Auntie’s place to get ready then were off to one of her dear friend’s wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony and a great time to catch up with friends. We ate, celebrated, and, of course, had a few cocktails, then were off again.

Next stop… MIKE JONES. Yes, you read that right. He came to the Casino near my home town, so you better believe we were in attendance. Chloe, my cousin Lyndsey, and I met up with several old friends and partied the night away. Oh, and we met the man himself. NBD!

Despite the late night, we were up nice and early the following day because it was shower time. I’ll be sure to post all the deets later, but I will just say that it was hot, exhausting, and absolutely wonderful! So thankful to have been able to throw our cousin Kayla a lovely shower to celebrate her wedding.

Sunday, after an exhausting weekend, I headed home. It was my roommate Mark’s birthday, so it was time for one last celebration. We had a delightful little barbecue on the porch while we enjoyed champagne and sunshine. It was the perfect end to a perfect weekend.

Cheers to exhausting weekends we wouldn’t trade for anything!

 

Holiday Weekend Happenings

First of all, how the hell is it already June! It feels like I was just ringing in the New Year and all of a sudden we are knocking on summer’s door. How did this happen!?

Annyywayys, hope you all had a fantastic Memorial Day Weekend. Aside from moving, I had a lovely little holiday weekend. Tayla got into town Friday afternoon, and we had a wonderful evening in while we gorged on McDonalds, brownies, and Idiot Abroad. As per the usual, we spent the night scream-laughing over anything and everything. The following day we headed to Folklife, the perfect hippie festival that takes place at the Seattle Center. It was so nice to enjoy one last event from my apartment. We shopped, listened to music, and ate the best freaking corndog there ever was. It was a delightful afternoon.

Saturday evening, we babysat my boss’s precious 3-month old baby boy and woofed down some Greek Food while watching Bridesmaids. Pretty close to heaven if you ask me.

Sunday was my last full day in my apartment, and we certainly made the most of it. We kicked the day off at Buckley’s for a tasty brunch #bitcheslovebrunch. Once we scarfed down every last bite of chicken fried steak, we headed back to my apartment to binge watch some Netflix and soak up the last few hours in my place. After ordering an early dinner, our friend Katherine headed over and we pre-funked for an evening out. We obviously found ourselves at Ozzie’s and spent the night drinking way too much and listening to ALL the karaoke. Highlights included a drunk beezy high-kicking a drink out of the bartender’s hand, someone singing “This Christmas” with a little “Baby Got Back” mixed in, and finally a guy dancing a little too hard to N*Sync and Bye Bye Byeing Tayla’s vodka soda right out of her hand. All in all, it was a pretty epic evening, and we completed the night with a trip to Dicks.

 Needless to say, we woke up Monday Morning (aka Memorial Day aka Moving Day) with WICKED hangovers. It was a rough start, but the three of us along with my boss and my new roommate’s girlfriend, Meegan, we got most of the small things cleared out and into the new apartment. The struggle bus really arrived when we finally got the uHaul and started moving big stuff. First, we moved all of the boys’ stuff to our new apartment which went off without a hitch. Then it was time to move two of our other friends’ into their new place. Holy Shit! What a nightmare. Of course they had a billion stairs and the NARROWEST doorways I have ever seen. How we ever got that couch in, I will never know.

Finally, it was time to gather the remainder of my things (an ENTIRE uHaul, btw) and make the final trip into the new place. Starving and exhausted, we grabbed a late dinner, and crashed in the middle of our new place.

Yesterday was spent organizing, cleaning, and turning in the keys to my old place. It was bittersweet to close the door to my old place, but as they say… When one door closes.

 

After a long and exhausting weekend, it was finally time to share a celebratory glass of scotch with the roomies and toast to new beginnings.  

 

Here is to long weekends, heavy boxes, and incredibly helpful friends. Cheers!

Farewell Friday

Happy Friday, Lovelies!

This is a bit of a bittersweet post for me. These next few nights are the last that I will spend in my bachelorette pad. The past two years have been an absolute delight in my precious princess palace, and I am totally devastated to be putting it in my past.

 

Five years ago I moved to Seattle and found this gem right on Queen Anne Ave (okay, my mom found it for me, but who is keeping score?). It was tiny, old, and completely perfect. It was my very first apartment of my own, and I can’t even begin to say how much I loved it. After a little over a year, I moved out with a few roommates, but eventually found my way back to my original stomping ground. My apartment is filled with adorable décor (#obviously) and is in the most incredible location… But what I love most about this place is the memories it contains.

When I look around, I can’t help but think about all the fun that was had in this place. I think about all the wines nights I hosted while I blared Hip Hop Barbecue Pandora. I remember all the effort I put in to come up with the perfect décor, and the fact that it was totally worth it because my place is adorbs. I remember all the early mornings and late nights I spent studying at the kitchen table, and how thrilled I was sitting crisscross applesauce on the couch as I found out I was officially a CPA. When I look at my couch, I think about how many friends have crashed on it. I think about the times it was enjoyed by out of town guests, and the nights my friends were just to shithoused to take the 5 minute uber ride home. I love remembering all the nights that were spent prefunking at my place because it was so conveniently located, and thinking about all the evenings I found myself at Buckley’s because it was just so damn close. I often wonder if the waitresses thought I was a total huss because I almost always strolled in with a different guy, granted they were usually just friends, but THEY didn’t know that. I love remembering all the cuddles shared in my living room while I try not to remember it being used as a smush room for someone else’s hookup! It was the location I first fell in love, and where I had my first real heartbreak.

 

  

This place has been a lot of things to a lot of people, and I feel so lucky to have called it my home.

So, as I say goodbye to my adorable apartment with the cinderblock walls, tiny kitchen, and perfect neighborhood bar right around the corner, I am totally conflicted. While I am so sad to leave my bachelorette pad behind, I can hardly wait to make new memories in the new place! Bring on the uHauls, iced coffees, and yoga pants… It’s moving weekend!\

Take Out & Trashy TV

Greetings from Dallas!

 

Okay, guys, I'm feeling like a total jet setter over here! Let me just give you a quick play by play of my recent adventures.

 

My weekend started a little early with a Red Eye to Chicago with Bri's boyfriend on Thursday night. The bad news, all the bars at the airport were closed... The good news, we packed mini booze bottles and met new best friends who we got good and drunk with before the flight. They were definitely my kind of travelers. We landed in The Windy City early Friday morning and took a town car to a neighboring town. Obviously we insisted that our driver stop at McDonalds to cure our hangovers. Before we could even digest our McGriddles, we were on our train to Maccomb. We were welcomed to the land of Corn Fields and Tractors by Bri's whole family and it was time to really get ready to celebrate Sophie's graduation!

 

First and foremost, we went to Farm King... Really just the best thing I'd ever seen. It had everything from Camo Crocs to animal feed. Really the perfect way to start the trip. Obviously I spent over $25 dollars there, so I scored a free hat. #winning

 

After all the excitement, it was time to get started decorating for Sophie's party. I mean, how cute, right?

 

 

After hours of hard work, we went to Chubby's to grab a quick bite before getting ready for the party. It was exactly what you would expect in a small Midwestern town and totally perf. I went bonkers for the "pony" that I order. Are you ready for this? It was Texas Toast, with Meatloaf, Crinkle Fries, and Mushrooms topped with CHEESE SAUCE. It was mind blowing.

 

Next, we headed back to the hotel to primp for the party. OMG you guys, the party was totally elaborate and absolutely perfect. We all had a blast.

 

Unfortunately, we couldn't party two hard, because Saturday morning it was off to Soph's graduation. We cheered and cried and celebrated Sophie all day... Except for the hours we spent packing  up her house. I swear to god, that was the first and last time it had ever been cleaned. We were all exhausted when the day came to an end and totally thankful to crawl into bed.

 

 

This morning, we all said our goodbyes, and it was off to the airport with Breakfast Pizza (so bomb!) in tow. The family headed home and I headed to Dallas for work.

 

It has such a great weekend, but I am extra exhausted. Therefore, tonight has been spent nestled into the hotel bed with Pad Thai and a little reality television, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Cheers!

 

True Life: I Sweat the Small Things

Oh Heyyyy,

Can we first just talk about how consistent I have been about blogging lately. I’m feeling like a real winner over here.

Anywayyyssss, today, while obsessing over the clothes I left on my made bed, I concluded that I am basically the definition of sweating the small stuff. How crazy is it that my entire apartment is spotless, and all I can think about are the two dresses and tank top that were I left laying on my bed? I mean, who cares, right? Wrong… I care so, I can so much. I care that a few clothing items are currently unhung, I care that my nail polish is starting to chip, I care that the invites to the last party I threw didn’t match the décor, and I care that my wallet and purse don’t currently match. Even as I write this, I realize I am totally OCD, but I seriously can’t help it.

Sometimes, I wish I could be carefree… One of those people that just go with the flow. I wish I was the kind of person that didn’t worry about the gift wrap matching the colors of the present, but that just isn’t me. I can’t help but sweat the small stuff, but I am realizing that it also makes me appreciate the little things. I love the way a paper straw looks in a summer cocktail; my heart smiles at a perfectly made bed; and I adore the look of a mailbox with zero unread messages.

Sure, I am a total psycho, but at least I’m easy to please!

Mother's Day Bilss

Happy Mother's Day to all of you incredible mommas! I am feeling beyond blessed by all of the amazing moms in my life, especially my own! 

This weekend was a total whirlwind. Friday, while at work, I decided to head home to celebrate Mother's Day with my family. So, I bought a train ticket and headed to Nordstrom Rack to grab a new top, yoga pants, and a pair of panties... You know... The necessities. Then it was homeward bound. I got into town late Friday night and mom and I spent the evening making dinner and sipping on copious amounts of red wine. It was the perfect way to kick off the weekend.

We spent Saturday slaving away in my cousins yard to help her prepare for her upcoming wedding. Needless to say we sweated our asses off... Partially do to the sun, and partially do to the lizards that scared the shit out of us... And we ready to call it quits by 2. Feeling extra tired and extra out of shape, we cleaned up and headed to Gram's house for a few margaritas before going to see Mother's Day with my mom, sister, grandma, auntie, and cousins. It was the ultimate chick flick and the perfect way to celebrate the holiday. We ended the night at a local mexican restaurant where we shared several laughs, jell-o shots, and... of course, more margaritas! Also, my knife was totally magnetic and we had the best time picking up forks with this magical utensil. Totally out of place in this blog, but I had to mention it. I am pretty sure the entire bar hated us, but I loved every minute of it. 

After a lovely breakfast this morning, my mom and I headed back to Seattle. We blasted Toby Keith the entire trip, and found ourselves at my favorite coffee shop for an afternoon pick-me-up and a tasty treat. Then we decided to go for a little mini hike at Discovery Park. We spent about 30 minutes hiking, and about 2 hours looking for the car. Leave it to us, I swear. All I can say it thank goodness for GPS and a good sense of humor.

Despite the confusion, it was the perfect end to the perfect weekend. 

Happy Mother's Day, All!  Hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have <3 

Cinco de Drinko

Hope everyone had an awesome Cinco de Mayo!

You all know I love a good holiday, and Cinco de Mayo is always one of my favs. It is one of those days with zero pressure but tons of potential. Besides, who doesn’t love an excuse to get elbow deep in Mexican Cuisine and throw back a few margs?

Although low key, yesterday was a total success. After work, Bri and I went shopping for our little fiesta. We got all the fixings for Tacos, Nachos, and of course Margaritas! We laughed and feasted until our hearts and stomachs were content. (Side note, spellcheck just turned feasted into fisted which nearly caused me to spit my McDonalds coffee all over this keyboard.) After dinner was all cleaned up, I headed to Cole’s place. We played a few rounds of pool, then walked to the nearest Mexican restaurant to keep the party going with more margaritas. Apparently we weren’t the only ones with this bright idea because La Palma was busting at the seams… We decided to forgo the margs for a few Pacificos at a local pub.

Full disclosure, I was feeling totally old reminiscing on past Cinco de Drinko celebrations:

 

But… when Cinco de Mayo falls on a Thursday, sometimes you just have to be a big kid and crawl into bed by eleven. #adultingsucks  So, the decision has been made. When you're too old to party hard on a week day... and feeling a little inspired by the margaritas... it is time to start planning another trip to Mexico to put life on pause and relive your glory days.

Hope you guys have an awesome Friday; I’ll just be over here Cabo Dreaming.

 

 

 

 

Arriba!