Beverly’s Birthday Bender

You know you’ve been on a pretty wild eating and drinking spree when you go to lunch and order a Diet Coke instead of a Coors Light, and you basically feel like the world’s healthiest person. Because Diet Coke is obviously very healthy. I even had a side salad. A side salad that I accidentally dipped in horseradish sauce for my prime rib sandwich. That’ll wake ya up. #ThatsNotBlueCheese #ThatsWhatSheSaid

My birthday was an awesome day, as expected. It started out responsibly with a few workouts and a haircut, and ended with a fourteen-minute FaceTime conversation (which I don’t remember) with my college friend, Chanice. 

So today, after another hair appointment, I just couldn’t decide if I wanted to go out to happy hour, or come home and take a nap. It was a serious dilemma the entire time I was sitting (and trying not to fall asleep) under the lamps at the salon, and I finally decided to combine the two. 

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you:

Nappy Hour

Yes, that’s my blanket. And, there’s a ‘Snapped’ marathon on. Good call, Beverly. Good call.

In other news, I thought you all might be amused by the fact that, apparently, MamaG thinks I’m a six-year-old, because she labeled my birthday gift not once, but twice, instructing me as to when I had permission to open it.

Outer packaging.

She wraps the package inside the package. Because, of course she does.

To be fair to MamaG, I have, in the past, opened my birthday gifts early. These instances are usually when I am planning to leave on a trip, and I wonder if maybe there’s an article of clothing inside that I may want to wear on the trip. For example, last year, I opened my gift before I left for New Orleans, thinking maybe MamaG threw in a good boob-enhancing Bourbon Street shirt.

But it was a towel and a frying pan.

Because this is #TheThirties

Party on, y’all.

-Bev