Well, kids. This weekend kind of got away from me and I still haven't had a chance to get my XBox live going. I was going to try to work on it on Friday night, but there was that whole sleepover thing happening, and then when I got the girls settled down, I realized that the movie Slapshot was just starting and I don't think I need to tell you what my main priority was right then. Of course, I don't - it's hockey, it's the late seventies and an EXTREMELY hot Paul Newman. The XBox was going to have to wait. FMBF/DM called me this afternoon, but I didn't have time to bug him with it, since I had to get to Coadster's choir concert and then I never got around to calling him back. Hopefully, Monday night I'll look at it after Coadster's first soccer game. FMDM, be you may want to turn your phone off, if you know what's good for you.
The other thing I did this weekend, was help my psuedo doppelganger, total girl crush and friend who shares my name, T. celebrate her birthday on Saturday night. People kept getting confused about which of us was having a birthday and coming by to wish me a great day. If I had been smarter, I would have let them buy me drinks.
We all met at the piano bar. It was the the first place I ever met my other girl crush on the Santa Crawl last December, so it holds a special place in my heart.
The piano player guy and the sound system weren't the best, but the bartenders were a lot of fun and they put up with all of our shit and sang and danced right along with us. So, it was all just fine.
Once we were through with the piano bar, we headed to, where else? That's right - The Dublin. But on the way, I was finally able to capture my girl crush's sparkle for real right in front of the dress store. Perfect.
Once we were back down at The Dublin, the dance party continued. We even moved the center table to make room for the mayhem. As you can see from this shot, we really have absolutely no shame whatsoever.
Then it was finally last call. Since my girls were at their dad's house, I stayed out even later and went to my friend J. and D.'s house for hilarious girl talk and dirt dishing and most importantly, Texas toast. I think we sufficiently celebrated the hell out of that birthday.