Saturday I traveled my happy butt to Arlington for the very last bridal shower for my friend, V. The shower was awesome - GREAT food, women and V was happy as an early bird with a worm. Pre-thinking how I would think my own way into the future wedding activities would be, I always thought that I'd want to skip out on the multiple showers. I just never thought I'd be comfortable opening presents while everyone in the room watched and I'm the only one opening gifts?!?! Watching V, I became very sentimental and emotional. I don't know what was wrong with me. I'm so happy for her and her man and cannot wait to see them commit to each other in just a couple of weeks. Whoo hoo!!
Buuut, let me tell you. I was very overly dressed for the occasion. And it became embarrassing. The invite said, "bridal shower luncheon". I took that to mean, a nice day dress. Out of about 50 women attending, there was three others in dresses. Everyone else was in jeans?!?!? WTF. Then there was comment after comment about how dressy I was and was I thankful for the 75 degree weather so that I could bust out that dress? Well, truth be told, I knew I was going to wear this dress regardless of the weather, about a week ago. I just don't like when too much attention is called to what I'm wearing.
Saturday night, me and Cowboy made our way to a happy hour and then had our first date of the year. The day after Christmas, my mom and I road-tripped to Austin and then San Antonio. I stayed the week and spent New Year's (back) in Austin sans Cowboy. He had to work that night. Boo.
He came up with the idea for us to have a first date, when I came back from tooling around the state of Texas. During my trip, I found the skirt I wore at a Target for $9! It's a satin like material and I love it, amazingly, it fits like a dream. Since I'm down in sizes, Target sizing no longer is easy for me. I'm not quite a 2 but I can't pull my ass into their 0.
**And please excuse the wrinkles. My mom taught me well and I did iron it before leaving the house that night.
The happy hour went great - I saw a lot of old friends from the jewelry company I used to work for and they all got to finally meet Cowboy, too. Problem was, he and I drank a lot at happy hour. I was seriously bordering drunk when we went to the restaurant. And thank God, Republic in Las Colinas is not a happening, busy place for dinner. There were only two other tables being served with us.
The night ended with Cowboy and I having our own Dance Party USA in our living room. Because we roll like that.
Happy New Year, everyone!!