Is that a thing? I feel certain a play-on-words about an overall weekend hangover is something we can make a thing, y'all.
Not only am I hating being back to work today and dealing with "real life" because my weekend was sock-rockin', but it's technically a holiday and I'm technically still working 8:30-5:00... whadafuuuuuk?
I mean, the angry Postal Service workers get to sleep in today, why can't a sweet-but-tired Marketing Director do the same thing?!
Ah well, c'est la vi.
But back to that awesome weekend, about which many of you were likely already updated via Instantagrammer. AKA - I posted a few pictures involving alcohol, which is basically a summary of the entire weekend. Just my style. :)
Really, I was only answering the very imperative question City High asked when I was a youngster...
What would you do..... If your garage beer fridge looked like this?
Drinky drinky, of course!
|Relaxing Saturday a.m., mimosas in hand bright and early!|
And then shenanigans like this happened, starting at 4:30...
|Drop it low, baby, drop it so low.|
I took super duper cute selfies, so there's that.
|Best hangover cure ever, and finding beer pong balls in odd places, like the tea basket. Standard.|
And then I give you, the reason there are rarely pictures of Erin and me together... Most turn out like the left.And then the three-fingered gang sign was a "W, because we won beer pong!!!"
Yes, Sunday Funday indeed.
In summation today, kids, we learned that every once in a while, Alexa likes to celebrate weekends in a way about which her mother would not be proud.
Except she probably would, because my mom is kinda ridiculously awesome.
What's that thing the