go sox!

Just got back from a 48 hour whirlwind trip to Boston this past weekend. I gotta say, though I don't think I could move to the east coast, I really love the people and the towns and the general east-coast flavor. We happened to be there during post-season Red Sox fever so it was fun to hang out in the bars and experience the madness. We were there for a wedding though... a wedding with controversy swirling around it but I won't go into that. Sadly, 99.9% of the readers of this blog do not know this group of friends so I won't post too many pictures. BUT, you do know ME and I have to admit that this wedding destroyed me. Destroyed me in so many ways. First, I was completely drunk. (But in a fun way of course.) The initial long line at the bar caused me to double fist (don't judge...there were people triple fisting) and the 3-hour cocktail "hour" really flew by. Then, even through my drunken numbness, my awesome $20 red Target heels started to kill so I had to discard them about 4 hours in. Sadly though, being barefoot and dancing and wandering the streets of Boston to get to the after-party apparently injured me. I woke up the next morning with huge bruises on the soles of my feet, sore calves, blisters for days, scraped up elbows and black and blue arms. Of course, no memory of how I got them. I believe I danced on chairs, had phone conversations I can't recall, and made a lot of new "best friends".

My go-to drunk photo face seems to be mouth wide open, screaming at the camera.

Exhibit A...


Exhibit B...


Exhibit C...



I'll spare you Exhibits D-Z.

In case you forgot how sweet my dance moves are when alcohol is involved...

(Notice that drinks must never be put down...even when busting a move.)

But no one had sweeter moves than one of my new best friends JC.


Your eyes are not deceiving you. He is, in fact, doing a pole stand. Amazing.