Adult Prom

This weekend was what dreams are made of. 

And by that I mean people who enjoy constantly being on the go and never sitting still, those people's dreams. As much as I really do love always having my weekends booked solid, this weekend might have almost put me over the edge. Well, that is, if over the edge means passing out on the sofa, while in mid conversation with your manfriend, somewhere around 11pm. Not that I would know anything about doing such passing out or anything. Or maybe that's exactly what happened last night. You decide.

Saturday we got to go to a little event in town, to which nearly 3,000 people were in attendance, called the Margarita Ball. Or Adult Prom, as I've decided it should be called. 

Dress: Macy's  |  Sexy Man Candy: Not For Sale

What's cool about Adult Prom is that you don't have to get blasted before, sneak your parent's alcohol in, and pretend you're sober all night, even though you're borderline blackout. Nope, at Adult Prom they actually hand out all of the free margaritas you can hold in your two hands until you feel it's time to go spill one or two on the dance floor as you dance your heart away, like you've never danced before. 

And let me tell you, bear and I broke. it. DOWN. on Saturday night. By the end of the night I was sweating cheap margaritas like a champ and my professionally straightened hair was a stringy, soggy, mess. It was awesome. 

The only thing you need, aside from an invitation, to get into Adult Prom is a cool toy to donate to a little child who doesn't have any cool toys. Which not only justifies your blacking out, you know because you're doing something charitable, but it's also really damn awesome to see the MOUNTAIN of toys and bikes that get donated for the little toyless kiddos. It made even my childless heart all warm and happy-like.

And then I take a gross picture in front of said mountain of cool toys... except for this isn't even 1/4 of them. Seriously, it was really incredible to see all of the donated toys and feel like, maybe, there is hope in humanity after all. 

Sorry for the gross, guys.

Adult Prom definitely got this girl into the holiday spirit and I'm pretty sure a Christmas tree will be making an appearance in my living room within the next two days. Tis the friggen season, my friends. I'm ready for ya, holiday madness. Except for, that reminds me, I need to start compiling my green bean casserole ingredients. Because, holy shit, Thursday is Thanksgiving. YES. 

I'm getting way off topic here, so I'm just going to go ahead and post the rest of the pictures I have and say goodbye for the day. 

Oh, oh, and I ran into this little kitten!! So good seeing you, lover muffin face.

In conclusion, I would just like to thank my knock-off Spanx for assisting my sexual dart playing physique, and my pals at Victoria's Secret for, ya know, the help upstairs so that I could properly fit into my dress, which fit my donk and was about two sizes too large for my top. Holler. 

As Cher says, I'm outtie.