It's Monday, again, which means it's time to share my weekend debacles. I'm slightly happy it's Monday, if that's actually possible, because I had one hell of a weekend. My bestie, also known as Barb... or Courtney if you're not me, came in town on Saturday and, well, she always shows up with her party pants on.
Friday night we get all fancified for a hibachi dateski. This is what we looked like. My boo wore his glasses and was looking all sorts of sophisticated and sexy...
The sophisticated part may have, somewhat, gone out of the window when we decided to kill our 20 minute wait with $4 saki bombs. You try and turn down a $4 saki bomb. It's hard, k?
Onion volcano is my fav part about hibachi dinners. I really don't need much more than to see this and chow on some noodles drenched in white sauce. The other stuff is alright but the onion volcano is pretty much a party every time. I love that shiz and here is a low quality iPhone photo for those of you who also appreciate the art of stacked onion rings, lit on fire by an Asian man yelling "FIRE IN DA HOLE!".
Saturday looked something like this. C, Barb, and myself played about 20 rounds of drinking Jenga - a little game C and I made around the time we started dating. The Jenga pieces say things like "when in doubt make out", which Barb didn't take part in, also "4 for the whores" and so on. We ran through more beer than a college frat party, I'm pretty sure, and I had the headache Sunday morning to prove it.
Yesterday we got pedis and they were fabulous... Aside from a feature my pedi chair had that I feel the need to speak about. I remember when having a lower back "vibrator" was fancy for a pedicure chair, now these things practically give you a happy ending - and I'm not exaggerating (for once). I pushed the red power button on this chair only to feel like a man checking into prison, shortly after. There was some sort of butt massager in this chair that was placed a little too close for comfort, which took me about 5 minutes (and pushing every single button on the remote) before I figured out how to turn it off. So, ladies, if you see a similar remote to this next time you are going out for a day of relaxation, I suggest you press the button titled" BUTTOCK" immediately. Unless, of course, you're into that and then you're really in for a treat, I guess.
Last night THIS happened. The mother effing SPICE GIRLS reunited at the Olympics closing ceremony last night and it was the highlight of my year. They were just as fabulous as I remember them being 10 years ago and I was instantly back in my platform sneakers, sucking on a Chumpa Chumps strawberry banana lollipop, with pigtails in my hair. I need way more spice in my life, one song just wasn't enough.
The rest of the closing ceremony? Pretty sure someone laced my wine with a hit of acid. That was something else.