I would write about how we met a self proclaimed high-roller, lost our money and our minds, learned how to spell the world GLAMOROUS thanks to Fergi and the music they played at the wedding we crashed in the hotel, how one girl found a dude for a lunch date next Wednesday, how we all got to sleep in dark, cold comfy beds without kids, dogs or husbands who were trying to get fresh, how we drank wine on the way to taste wine, then had a little more wine, some dinner, more wine and then a couple of shots and then a nasty blue slushy drink that made us all sick or how nice it was to have a limo driver and to be able to climb in and out of the backseat of a car without having to buckle someone into a carseat or look for a dropped toy, or how delicious the nachos with sleazy cheese are that they serve at the casino...but what happens on girls night out, stays on girls night out so I am sorry. I can't tell you anything.
PHOTO TITLE: "How can something that looks so beatiful on a branch...make you feel so ugly inside?"
PHOTO TITLE: "Navigator in Aviators"
PHOTO TITLE: "If you wanna ride, ride the white pony!"
PHOTO TITLE: "Hot Mommas"
PHOTO TITLE: "It always looks good on paper"
PHOTO TITLE: "Spit or swallow"
PHOTO TITLE: "Is that Biker Chick in the back of the limo?"
PHOTO TITLE : "YAH...we live here!"
PHOTO TITLE: "It always looks good on paper"
PHOTO TITLE: "Is that Biker Chick in the back of the limo?"
PHOTO TITLE : "YAH...we live here!"
1 comment:
Thank you, thank you, thank you Laurie for a GREAT weekend!
Love ya!
Curly Momma
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