A Force To Be Reckoned With

Good morning!

I spent the last few days traipsing around St.  Louis and would call it yet another weekend for the books.

If you wanted to give me a call and get all the details, feel free. The weekend was nonstop, so your phone battery should be fully charged before doing so.

Actually, I’m sure we’re all way too busy for that. So until then, I’ll just give you a summary of the good stuff.

My friend’s wedding was a beautiful and intimate affair. Starting in a greenhouse for the ceremony and ending at the casino after the reception. I realized it IS possible to forget how to do the Cupid Shuffle (if you don’t use it, you lose it?) and the only option for late night delivery in the St. Louis suburbs is Domino’s. Good to know.

I spent Saturday afternoon with my lovely besties. Drinking coffee. Gossiping. And even making it out for a 3-mile hike at a local park. This was a kind reminder that Missouri is SO much more hilly than Illinois- quite the challenge when coming off of a 4-hour night of sleep.

When getting ready for our night out, we tried a new vodka I had picked up for the weekend:Sacrifices made for the sake of research. You’re welcome.

It was really sweet. Almost too sweet depending on what you mix it with. I went with my standard club soda and it was quite lovely. Good for maybe one drink before moving on to something else. Just sayin’.

I went to a going away party for a girl who is ironically not only moving to Chicago, but living in the same apartment complex as I did last year! WEIRD.

A record was made. There were 3 trips to Panera in a 24-hour span.No one loves breakfast more than I do. Truth.

Speaking of fast food, you better believe I got that Arby’s that was being fantasized about the whole drive down on Friday:I was tired and not overly chipper. But gosh darnit, they weren’t kidding. Arby’s really IS good mood food.

There’s a grease spot on the bag from the curly fries. It’s possible the “good mood” in that saying comes from the food coma the curly fries put you in. Just a theory.

I got home at a respectable time and had a good evening rehashing the weekend events with my roommate and watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall. What more could a girl ask for?

Because for real- I’m a lucky one. And don’t you think I don’t realize that.It’s always nice to get a weekend trip in to a place where I have such sassy chicks to spend time with.

Mary’s husband says when the three of us go out, we’re a force to be reckoned with.

Don’t I know it.

This morning I woke up with over 8 hours of sleep under my belt. Ironically, this is more sleep than I got the entire time spent in St. Louis. And I’m still tired.

Imagine that.

Gotta go- the only image in my head right now is my work email inbox bursting at the seams. Yikes…