Here is a picture of my girl crush with her ever faithful fanny pack.
Okay, kids. This will be a lot of pics and few words. Just the way you like it. This weekend was insanely busy again, and I haven't had time to process anything yet. It was great. I watched movies with Coadster on Friday night, it warmed up enough on Saturday for me to run my six mile route, I went out Saturday night, and after some cooking, I went to my Superbowl party this evening. It was a kick-ass game and the Steelers won. Yea!
So, on Saturday night, my friend G. made us homemade pizza and then took us to a party her old college roommate was having at the Hills Community Center.
Hills is a town outside of Iowa City. I love going to small town bars or parties. I meet such interesting people, and it's great to go somewhere that isn't full of college students. At this thing in Hills, there were actually people who were older than me. Can you believe it? I sometimes forget that those people even exist.
I don't think we ever found out exactly what the party was about or for. There were a lot of people wearing pink and blue bowling shirts and there was a band playing oldies covers. We were a little different than most of the people at the party, but all the folks we spoke with were very nice. They took us to the back room and offered us shots. I can't really drink hard liquor, so I just documented the shot taking.
Apparently, the people in Hills are very authentic, or their clothing is, anyway.
The band was really fun and played songs everyone would know.
We got out among the bowling shirt clad kids and danced.
Eventually, we got tired and decided it was time to head back to Iowa City.
At the Dublin, we encountered some of our friends back from a wedding reception.
It seems many of our friends were a bit wine drunk from the reception and brought out their party tricks. The best one hands down was our friend's ability to balance almost anything on her head. I don't have that skill, but if I did, I would be so much more popular than I am right now.
All the cool kids wanted to be just like her and soon everyone in the bar was wearing their drink on their noggin...Except me, of course.
At last call, we ran upstairs to hail a cab and go back to our friend J.'s house. Just so you know, I really am wearing a skirt, it just doesn't look like it in this photo.
I stuck around for a few minutes and watched the Guitar Hero tournament, but I'm old and can't hang with the young'uns. I braved the icy sidewalks and went home and crashed. The end.