Scary, I know. Especially when you pair it with ill-fitting children’s purple sweat pants and a purple belt. I wore this to several 80’s parties in college, and last night I showed up to an Olympic Opening Ceremonies party wearing this travesty. I was Tatjana with a “j,” the Czech gymnast. Joey wore his tight OBU polyester track suit and Finn wore a Baylor basketball jersey. I’m sorry I did not take a picture of the three of us…no, not really. (Was that not the weirdest opening ceremony ever?)
We’ve had a fun week with friends.
It was a much needed girl’s night out at Cheever’s on Thursday. I laughed…giggled like I haven’t in a very long time. It takes a lot to make me laugh aloud. I wish this weren’t the case–Joey’s family laughs so effortlessly–but it’s tough to get an honest, audible laugh out of me. I was tearing up with hilarity.
This morning I met my college roommates for brunch at a delicious new restaurant called Flint in Bricktown. We missed you, Janie. And tonight we met some close college friends for dinner on their way home to Houston.
We kind of expected life to end once we had a baby. It’s certainly stinkier, messier, more complicated and more exhausting…but much much fuller.