wild weekend

...i bet you thought this post would be about a truly wild weekend.

i bet you thought it would be yet another story about how i went out with my girls and flirted with strange men for free drinks.
and i bet you thought i ate hot dogs covered in onions from the street vendors at closing time.

well friends.
i tricked you.

welcome to false advertising.
the most wild part of this weekend was the fact that i did none of those things.
none.
not even one of them.

those things that you could have easily predicted i did, because i have spent so many nights doing them before, i did in fact not do.

i ran saturday errands with Mr. REA
skipped the nightly bar scene
and i was fast asleep before 10pm.

then i woke up early to workout.

let me repeat that last part slowly.

i-woke-up-early.

to-work-out.

to get off my ass.
to sweat.
to exercise.

then Mr. REA & i went shopping.
for kitchenware.
so i can bake
and cook.

that's right people.
i bake and cook now.
i feed Mr. REA.
and neither one of us has gotten food poisoning yet.
knock on wood.

have i turned into an adult?
what the hell am i even saying??

quick, someone get me a martini while i sort this crap out.

i'm only 25, people!

- when did i make the switch from hot mess to homemaker?
- am i one day closer to the end of binge drinking and bar dancing?
- does this mean i may never pee on the floor of another hotel room?

or that i will never pull a boot & rally again?

oh absolutely not.
it's only a matter of time before the old me shows her face again.

only a matter of time.