Life has not slowed down. I am busy, busy, busy! But, I can't complain because everything that fills my nights and weekends is just what I'd like to be doing. Well, except grad school. But, I am sure you already gathered that if you've been following my blog.
The past few weeks have been no exception. My roommate and I decided to throw a Halloween/Housewarming party to welcome well...ourselves, to CLE. Halloween is my favorite holiday. What isn't there to love? Candy, costumes and beautiful Fall weather? It's the perfect combination. So, when I finally moved into a house and had enough space--the first thing I thought of was throwing a Halloween party. The second? What form of cat would I be this year.
I am not obsessed with cats.
I am aware that I act like this, and that all my friends and family and coworkers "Meow" constantly. I am also aware that I may, or may not, have started that trend. But, don't ask me why this affinity came about--I couldn't tell you. Because of my love for all things cat, and my roommates agreement, each year we dress up as a form of cat for Halloween.
The party was great. Just enough beer pong, Harry Buffalo and flip cup to remind me of college. And exactly enough to remind me that I am clearly, no longer in college. Raging hangover anyone?
As much as I love a good Halloween party, I love a good Girls Night Out. And what better reason is there to head out to Geneva for wine and fun, than a Bachelorette Party?
The girls and I spent the afternoon at Harpersfield and Ferrante fighting rival bridal parties, singing Taylor Swift, putting on way too much lipgloss, dancing, laughing and of course---documenting it all.
Once we realized that we were, in fact, ready to consume solids we returned to our adorable rental home to snack on apps and enjoy further wine from our neighbors at Laurello.
We were having such a good time we spent the rest of the night in our comfy house listening to the music of the 90's, more Taylor Swift, eating and of course, continued dancing across the wood floor in our socks.
At 7:30 the next morning the Bride was up and ready for breakfast and reminiscing about the nights events.
Yes, 7:30! So as you can imagine, I drove my hungover self home in the pouring rain, crawled into my bed, lit my candles and slept it off.
Until next time...