Whitney's Shenanies

This weekend was nothing short of amazing which, once again, has me hating Monday just a little more than average. I also feel fiery hatred for today because I decided it was a good idea to pass out go to bed at 9pm last night which resulted in me being wide awake from the hours of 3am to 5:30am this morning. To say I'm grumpy this morning would be a massive understatement, I could probably take someone out with a simple glance currently.

I digress. I'll leave Negative Nancy out of the rest of this post.

Friday night the bestie and I walked over to the Italian restaurant by our complex, Antonio's, for some vino and delicious pizza. (No, I'm not in a grocery store. They have a little market in the restaurant.)  We've been making this a tradition lately and I don't hate it one bit. I've already got plans to bring Erin there when she's here (which is in 4 mofo-ing dayssssss!! jaoifsdjaowe).

After dinner we walked to our hole-in-the-wall for some darts and beers.
For some reason I found this selfie with one of the bartender's shades on my face when I woke up Saturday morning. I don't know what the meaning of it is but it was humorous to find because I'm pretty sure I spent a good portion of my night prancing around the bar in them. Oops.

Side note: I walked away and came back from the group I was with... when I walked back I walked right into a conversation about what else? This blog. Kill me ded, I was mortified. I don't even know why but I turned 50 shades of red and got really, really quiet. I don't know when I'll stop trying to hide this thing.

After closing time we made our way up to the rooftop to continue the party and ended up staying out wayyy later than we should have, which somehow resulted in us leaving this beer and a note on one of our neighbor's door.
Crazy kids.

Saturday was a pretty lazy one for me because of the whole staying-up-until-5am on Friday thing, so I spent most of the day lounging around and being way less productive than I needed to be. I guess that's what I get for thinking I'm capable of staying up later than I ever did even when I was in college. Oy.

Sunday was spent by the pool, which is always my favorite kind of day. We had some Andre mixed with cranberry RedBull and it was a big ol' cup of heaven. Go try it - it's even delicious with the Blueberry RedBull, too.


Other than that, I've got nothing. This week will be spent doing a lot of cleaning of my apartment in preparation for Erin's arrival on Friday night!! I've to attempt to get the mountain of dirty clothes in my closet down to a minimal size so she doesn't immediately get frightened by my lack of cleaning skills and fly right back to NYC the day she arrives.


Have a non-Monday Monday.
Over and out.