This is gonna be one of the most "blogger fail" photo posts ever. But it wouldn't be a Monday without a post about the weekend. And if you stopped by these parts on Friday, you'll know it was the boyfriend's birthday. Which really just means that ... celebrating a birthday on a Friday night calls for spending most of Saturday and Sunday recovering in bed.
Early Friday evening, we headed over to Hollywood. We had a reservation at a well reviewed Italian joint. I've said this many times before... the food in LA sucks! Like really really sucks. So we were super shocked that we actually enjoyed the food here! Still wasn't like the Italian food back home, but it was the best we've found in LA so far. We cheated on paleo hardcore! Fried mozzarella, pizza, bread, and bone marrow. Ew, the bone marrow was all him.
Much like the average female, I couldn't decide what to wear. So I went all diva, and chose two outfits for the evening. Remember, I said this was a blogger fail photo post. As in, I pretty much have the worst pictures ever to share. Like my first outfit. This is the best picture I could come up with. While waiting for the bathroom, I just decided to snap a pic of my feet. With half a bottle of wine running thru my bloodstream, I suppose it's at least slightly understandable.
And then we stopped at home before heading out with friends and I changed and only took mirror pics. Which caused me to be photobombed by DeNiro and the birthday dude.
"hurry up, we're late" ... "sorry I need to take mirror selfies"
The bar we went to was alright. Apparently it was reggae night, so there were some bands playing and it was whatever. There were a lot of shots, and that's about all I remember. The boyfriend was the most drunk I had ever seen him in 3 years. So drunk, I swore someone slipped him a roofie. Turns out he wasn't roofied, just mixed a shit ton of booze.
1 jack honey/coke
1 jack honey/coke
3 fireball shots
2 Patron shots
1 Jager shot
1 shot Jack
5 shots of Jack Honey
1 shot of Jameson
Unintentionally, that is 13 shots on Friday the 13th. And if I'm being honest, I'd say it was the Jager that pushed the limit. That shit just doesn't belong being mixed with anything. Just looking at that list makes me wanna puke. If I drank all that, I would barf out all my insides and be hospitalized or dead. Incredibly, all he did was pass out.
With so much alcohol being consumed, you can imagine that the photo ops were not anything as planned. After going through my phone, I'm gonna say pretty much nothing is post worthy. But I'll throw a few up just for laughs.
|what is even happening with me up there in the corner?!|
After coming home Saturday morning and grabbing some food, we climbed into bed and slept until 6:00 pm and I was so thrown off, I thought it was 6am on a weekday and I was late for work. With a hangover in tow, we grew balls and headed out for some Christmas shopping. It didn't last long, after two stores, we headed back home, watched a movie and then we were down for the count!
Sunday morning was much better. Like brand new, but somehow still exhausted. Finished up my xmas shopping and spent the rest of the day on the couch. Boom.