Nope, you didn't miss my birthday. That will be happening December 5th.
Don't worry. I'll keep reminding you.
So I went out last Friday night. *gasp*. With a beautiful redhead named Monica. Guys, if you only plan to go out a few times a year like I do ... it's probably not the best idea to have your date be the prettiest, most fashionable redhead in Kansas City (maybe even the world). I'm just saying. It's not really the best confidence booster for those of us who never go out. Maybe find someone a little less drop dead gorgeous to go out with. *note to self*
So I put on my boots. And pulled up my jeggings (not the easiest thing to pull up anymore). And grabbed a shirt from the box of clothes that my sister had recently shipped to me (thanks sis). And then I pretended to be a drop dead gorgeous redhead too. Or a semi-cute blonde. "Cute". That's what Dan likes to call me. Sometimes I ask Dan if I look "hot" and he says "Uhhh. You look cute Tiff".
Then I pretended to be in a burger-eating contest. I would have totally finished it, but by the time I had consumed my 32 tomatoes and 29 pickles, I was ready to move on. Oh and if you're wondering why there were 32 tomatoes and 29 pickles on my burger, I'll give you one guess. Can you say "all you can eat condiment bar"? Nothing gets me more excited than free condiments. And that is 100% truth right there.
And then I pretended like a birthday party that started at 9pm was not starting at the same time that I'm usually getting ready for bed.
That last one is my favorite.
Apparently I need to work on my "sexy-serious" look because I just look pissed.
Oh and for those who have said that I never have any "poor quality" pictures on my blog ... this would be the time to take that back. I actually thought about bringing my DSLR to the bar. But Dan told me I couldn't do that. Something about people only using their phones to take pictures now-a-days.
Next time I'm bringing my real camera.
And a pillow. And a blanket.