Oh hey there, my loves! It's Monday, if you were unaware, and I feel like I got beat up this weekend.
Much to the disappointment of you haterade drinkers out there, I did not get beat up. I spent my weekend moving, drinking, moving, drinking, unpacking and drinking a little more.
You see, the booze cushions the pain of the moving. Until it wears off, of course, and that's where I'm at today.
So, enough about my moving induced binge drinking - allow me to show you my weekend in photos, because Monday's are the one day in blog world you don't have to come up with a real topic to talk about.
So, if you live under a rock, or don't follow me on the or Instagrammy machines, you may not be aware that I officially signed the next 12 months of my life away and got the keys to the Princess Palace on Friday morning.
I did my hair and makeup just so I could take this charmingly cliched photo for this post. You're welcome.
Here's what she looks like from the back door. She's very naked right now - excuse her while she waits for her new sofa and ottoman to be delivered in 6-8 weeks. (See also: F to the ML)
Here is reason numero uno that I needed this Princess Palace. Now, someone come visit so I have a reason to cook in this bad boy.
Reason numero two... I can do laps in the tub and fully intend on it.
Hey Lush, let me know if you need me to review any bath bombs for you.
And so that was day one. My furniture didn't get moved until Saturday - so the rest of this day was for drinking and going to see Wanda Sykes with my lover, Kate.
We had way too much fun despite Wanda using the first hour of her set as an Obama rally. I enjoyed her set on boobs much better.
And also roaming City Walk with Kate and vodka.
Saturday the movers came at 8:30am which was just everything I wanted after a night of drinking mass amounts of vodka. This day was exhausting to the 500th power and I am happy to announce that I didn't even have one meltdown. Impressive, I know.
My Saturday night went a little like this...
Chardonnay, leopard robe, 27 Dresses, asleep by 10.
I got a full 11 hours of sleep and it was pretty much the greatest thing of my life.
And then I used all of that energy to drink around the world with my birthday girl, Amanda.
Oh hey, toasted girl.
And with that, I'm out.