The question of the night was: What the hell did you put in those margaritas??? Anyway, let’s rewind a bit.
My mom and I had one of her friends over for dinner last night. Now, if you know my mom then you know that she never has dinner parties. But, she remodeled her house recently. So, now why shouldn’t she? She needs to show it off!
Our Saturday involved several errands to prepare for the dinner soirée.
C’est la mode.
I love flanel in the fall. Not only is it comfortable but you can turn redneck into chic. Although it doesn’t feel like fall. Yesterday it hit 80 degrees. Really, Oklahoma, really? I don’t think we got the memo that it’s supposed to be cold this time of year.
I am trying to grow out my bangs, hence the headband in every photo.
Since I received Marie-Anne the macbook, I have been able to talk to my hot husband on skype. Skype is the easiest (and cheapest) way to talk trans-Atlantic.
Of course, facebook was in the cards too. Sexy glasses, Hans.
The evening started out innocent enough.
with a taco spread- lean ground beef, lettuce, tomato, salsa, flour & corn tortillas, and hard tortilla shells.
and the star.
A mountain of guacamole.
And then the margaritas were poured. I had 1.5 margaritas and then the drunk tipsy photos of myself started coming in at fool force.
A shot up the nose. Lovely.
This leads me to the question.. what the hell were in those margaritas?? 1.5 drinks has never affected me like that. I did some thinking when I woke up this morning- with a headache. When I looked back on my calorie intake for yesterday it was extremely low which leads to a lightweight being even more of a lightweight. We were running around the whole day, I just didn’t have the time to eat much. Let’s just say the night ended with a couple (or 3) of homemade brownies. Hey, at least I made up for my calorie deficit.
When I woke up this morning, I immediately made friends with my water bottle.
Hi friend. Now, I will devour you.
I am feeling better already.