girls! girls! girls!

Ugh….it’s been a weekend from hell.  I’ll tell more about that later, though.  This past week, I’ve just felt like I was down in a hole, and I didn’t realize I was there until I couldn’t see out.  Sarah had posted about feeling blue, or “crabby.” Apparently, it was catching.

Looking at pictures from our night out of fun and dancing definitely made me feel better.

mmm, blueberry martinis.

Just thinking about that cocktail makes me happy.  And so do these girls:

In attendance were Shilpa, Jen, Rachel, Brandy and Reagan, and also Mandy (pictured in later photos).

In addition to cocktails, we also had a nice spread of snacks, including Heather’s delicious pretzel brownies (though I didn’t have any cherries).  They were super yum!  You should most definitely run over to her site and make them, ASAP.  In case you didn’t know…Heather loves butter

It was quite a spread.  We also had a yummy spinach dip fail:

Courtesy of me.  I mean, it was still tasty.  Who doesn’t love burnt cheese?  I used my new favorite technique of adding fat-free yogurt instead of mayo (or sour cream).  This was actually not too bad, considering I used fat free and 1/3 less fat cream cheese, part skim mozzarella, and fat free yogurt (I’m sure Sarah is having a heart attack with all the fat free dairy .  In addition, it had spinach and garlic.  And love.  I managed to use this in another dish later on the next week, on top of some grilled chicken.  It’s all about being creative with leftovers!

After filling our bellies, we decided to work it off over at Nana Funk’s with some dancing.  One of the fun things about this bar is that they play classic music from the 80s and 90s.  And sometimes the 70s, as was made clear by the BeeGees blasting on my way out of the ladies’ room.

even Elvis was there.

We made the decision to walk from our new apartment over to the bar, which was just a few blocks.  It made for some fun pictures on the trip back.

Thank you, self-timer.

Also…when you take four girls, add 8 high heels (well, 6—Brandy was smart and wore flip flops), and some alcohol…two blocks turns into two miles.  Our dogs were barking something ferocious.

You can see that some of us tried to plan ahead with strategic bandaid placement. It didn't work.

A good time was had by all.  And even though my heels and feet are littered with blisters and it looks like I have something of an impetigo on my feet, I can’t wait to do it again.

Do you go dancing often?  Go out with the girls?  I love to get dressed up to go all out with my ladies.

wtf: what the friday?!

Hello, all!  Feels like it’s been forever…it’s been a busy week, it seems.  I’m still hoping to recap my girls’ night from last weekend.  FTR, it was super fun.  AND I got some new duds!  The only problem is that ever since then, there’s been some sort of something every night of the week.  Well, except for all day Sunday, when I left the house only to go to brunch at Bottletree and spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch watching the Lifetime marathon of movies entitled, “You Can’t Handle the Youth.”  It was gripping, I tell ya.  Pregnancy Pact, anyone?  (<–This movie is one roomie Reagan suggested we watch around Halloween—it is indeed, pretty scary.)

However, I’ve come across some crazy news stories I thought I might share.  The first one came to me earlier this week while reading Rachel’s blog.  It’s so sad…this woman was so successful, and she let a man push her buttons and send her on fatal trip to crazytown.  The article says that “she made an unbelievable error in judgment.”  Uh, understatement much?

Last night, Jonathan and I were chatting, and he told me about this girl who was the victim of an acid attack while on her way into a coffee shop.  WTF?!?!  What has the world come to?  I mean, she was already about to purchase overpriced coffee, and this happens?  I saw her story on Today this morning, though, and she seemed to be in better spirits than I would be.  This news bit also caused me to Google Katie Piper.  I remembered hearing about this a few years ago.  Honestly, who DOES this?

I came across this story online.  It’s from earlier this past month, but it’s worthy of mention.  This fella was going along, minding his p’s and q’s, when doctors discovered a mass in his lung.  His fear:  cancer.  Test results came back, and oh, what’s that?  It’s not cancer.  Or a tumor.  It was a pea, sprouting in his lung.  Kind of brings back a little worry from childhood when my parents warned me not to swallow watermelon seeds, lest I wanted a melon in my belly.  Best line of the story?  “‘A couple days in a dark, wet environment, I’d sprout too.’”  That’s what…he said?

And of course, Jersey Shore is back.  (I know you’re pumped, right, Jen?  Or maybe….fist-pumped, even?!?)  It’s no surprise that this ridiculous display of obnoxiousness has significantly raised MTV’s failing ratings.  So what happens when you find a show that saves a dying network?  Spin offs, of course!  My favorite:  Jesus Shore, promoting “PTL”—praising the Lord.  (Okay, it wasn’t a show.  But bear with me.)

But what I’m not looking forward to is the blatant “south-sploitation” that is Redneck Riviera. I mean, I’m from the South.  And I’ve learned from experiences outside of Alabama that most people think we’re uneducated, racist and loud.  I’m not going to lie, I’m not exactly quiet, but I remember being super-offended in Massachusetts when a man said to me, “Oh, Alabama?  You hate Jews and black people, right?”  WTF??  Thank you, Redneck Riviera, for thoroughly enforcing this notion…at least, I’m predicting as such, as are other other fellow Alabamians.

This weekend, I plan on celebrating some of the greatest things in the South—SEC football (war damn eagle, y’all) and the Alabama State Fair.  I mean come on—it’s monkeys ridin’ dogs!

What are you up to this week?  Does your state go crazy about a particular sport?  Down here, SEC football is king.  One thing, though—don’t even GET me started on Nick Saban.