My cousin’s future wife’s bachelorette party was last night.
It’s not a fanny pack, it’s a holster:
“Mr Stud” has been to a lot of bachelorette parties since 2003.
The bride-to-be and her “date”
We totally rode around all night in a hot pink stretch limo. I swear.
And we’re totally in our pajamas.
Also, yesterday I realized:
1) I need to actually go out and buy new clothes. That fit and are in style. Clothing swaps are fun, but my wardrobe is looking a little dated. And because I’ve lost weight, I’m running out of pants that fit.
2) My legs can propel me lots of miles, but they can’t take high heels anymore. Good thing I have so many pairs of cute flats.
3) I’m glad to know I can still stay up past 3am once in awhile, even when I woke up at 6am for a race. Although I’ll probably be asleep by 9pm tonight.