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It Was Ladies Night

Posted Sep 01 2009 5:48pm

Blog: And just where have you been, young lady?

Me: Um, err… I was out.

Blog: out? OUT!? Where exactly is OUT?

Me: Well, let me start at the beginning.

A long, long time ago, on a Sassy Saturday afternoon…

I ate a salad.

Saturday Salad

A salad filled with red leaf lettuce, spinach, carrots, tomatoes, sprouts, cucumbers and green peppers. It was a lovely salad indeed.

After lunch I packed my bags for an old fashioned, get out your dancing shoes, life before kids, girls night out and sleepover to boot.

Bags Packed

What, you don’t take breakfast cookie ingredients with you to a sleepover? Breakfast rookie.

Waiting for my (big) girls to come pick me up, I had a little snack. This was a snack with a purpose, you see. This snack was meant to serve as a REMINDER that I did NOT want to wake up with a tongue feeling like the outside of a kiwi tomorrow morning.

Reminder

Yes, Blog, last night was Ladies Night you see. Oy what a night. Oh yes, I shirked my parental responsibilities in lieu of a good cause: Food, friends, fun and freedom.

One of my oldest and best girlfriend’s is in town for about a week. My former high school clique turned fellow 30 year old’s circled round to paint the town red. Or whatever it is you kids are calling it these days.

First up, girlfriends Missy, Sharon and yours truly headed out to dinner at a happening little bistro while we waited for gal pal #4 to get out of work.

This would be an attempt to look sassy, wind blown and sexy.

Sexy and Windblown

Meh. Two outta three ain’t bad.

The scene.

the_scene

The menu.

Pinball WhizTangled

The beverage.

Don't Mind if I Do!

Oooo don’t mind if I do…

The food.

I let this Pinball Panini bounce all around between my teeth.

Pinball Panini

I was more than happy to get all tied up in my Tangled Up and Bleu Salad.

I'm Tangled

After dinner and tons catching up and girl talk, we blew that pop stand and moved on to meet up with Tara.

But first, an emergency stop for caffeine and a little something sweet.

Emergency Starbucks

Yes, that’s right. Starbucks. A pecan toffee bar and a little insurance policy to insure I wouldn’t fall asleep in my chardonnay.

Coffee with a time check to make sure I wasn’t dreaming because I was definitely feeling sleepy as well as feeling like a I needed a little pinch that I was out with my gals on a Saturday night!

The Time

Three hip chicks, hanging out like this is standard operating procedure and pretending our sweatpants never see a Saturday night.

Three Happening Chicks

With our coffee buzz well underway, we headed downtown to meet up with Tara and make our move for some more “we do this all the time” action.

The scene.

bar

The company.

Hi Girls

The beverages.

only_4

Wait, how many of us are there again? Head Count! 1, 2, 3, 4… Drink Count! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…

Interesting.

That might explain why the scene started to look a little like this. I think it’s time we move on.

Time to Go

Hmmm, spelling the name of the bar with our arms?

LUX

Yeah. Definitely time to move on. And just about time to remember back to that fuzzy kiwi snack this afternoon too.

We danced, laughed, talked and walked our way through a club and back to Tara’s house to do what any group of fun loving girls would do at this hour of the night. Err… hour of the morning.

Another Clock

A late night lesson on how to make a breakfast cookie, as requested.

Time for Breakfast Cookies

Operation Avoid Fuzzy Tongue was a rousing success this morning, as were our breakfast cookies.

Breakfast Cookies

The chatting continued this morning and we enjoyed a late morning walk together to the local co-op to refill my stash of Larabars and nut butters before the journey home. A girl’s gotta have priorities.

Home again and caught up on the events of the 18 hours I was able to escape, I’ve already managed to consume my weight in vegetables.

Given all the clocks I studied yesterday, you think I might have made at least once glance at a calendar?

Holiday Tea

I needed a cup of tea to weave my tale. You just can’t wrong with a box you dig out of the cupboard that has Gingerbread Men on it. August Schmaugust.

So you see Blog, that’s where I’ve been…

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