Champagne, alligators, and babies

After this long Labor Day weekend, I am exhausted. I have such a busy week at work that starts in...30 minutes...and I am NOT looking forward to it. I just want to crawl back in bed, snuggle under the warm, cozy blankets, and shut my eyes.

But I can't.

I had a pretty good weekend, so I probably shouldn't complain.

On Friday night, Kerrie and I went to the art district and partied, as per usual. We had two bottle of champagne, pizza, fruit, and lemon cake for dessert. We then dashed through a few art galleries and had a struggling artist draw our portraits.





Later that night we hung out at Kerrie's aunt's friend's art gallery, where we chilled in his studio and mingled with strangers who offered us more drinks. Kerrie took her hippie chic faze a little too far when I was chatting with a couple guys. Her boyfriend had to come to the party and carry her ten blocks to our car.

As a result of her actions, we ended up spending a couple hours chowing down at a local diner where we had ice cream shakes and cheese fries.

We woke up the next morning slightly horrified by everything we had consumed the night before.

On Sunday, my friend and coworker Meredith and I went to a fair, where we bought jewelry and sunglasses. We also tried alligator on a stick (which tasted like a gross mixture of chicken, fish, and rubber) and then a fried twinkie (after one bite, you've pretty much consumed your calories for the week). We also discovered that wearing heels at a fair was a horrible decision and spent a lot of time sitting on the sidewalk, clutching our feet and moaning.




Later that day, we hit up some late night garage sales, where Meredith got a gorgeous black BCBG Max Azria jacket and I found a cute black and white Forever 21 blouse and a gorgeous emerald cocktail ring.

On Monday, my parents had their annual Labor Day cookout. My friend Cookie, her husband John, and their newborn son Jacob came over to visit. Cookie is one of my oldest friends. I met her at a Jumanji acting camp when we were in middle school. (It was a camp where they taught you how to act out vital scenes from the film, such as running from a stampede of animals. Cookie and I were the only girls among dozens of boys who thought the class would make them the next Robin Williams).

Cookie's son, Jacob, is probably the cutest little baby ever. If you've been reading this blog long enough, you probably know I am not the best handler of small children. I truly believe babies can smell fear and that is why they cry hysterically every time I hold them.

Jacob was different, however. I am his aunt and he knows it. He loves me and did not cry at all. I held him all evening and decided maybe spawning a child sometime in the future wouldn't be such a bad thing after all...



It was a very pleasant experience.

Well, anyway, that was my holiday weekend. It was nice to visit with friends, but a part of me wishes I had spared some time to relax or sleep in as well...