Cinco de Club-O

So this Cinco de Mayo, our favorite Mexican restaurant was transformed into an all-ages-admitted club. While usually it's full of a festive college age + crowd, Baja Cafe seriously misrepresented this year. It could only be compared to a bad wedding full of all ages accompanied by the expected Electric Slide and the newest version of the exact same dance, the Cupid Shuffle.
Three things that made me feel old this holiday:
1. The Fashion: What the hell is up with the skintight shortest skirt you can fit your (potentially fat) ass into + Grecian sandals look? There is no way I would ever have sported that combo when I was 21-27. Now, throw some heels on that bitch and we’ve got ourselves a straight up hooker, and an outfit I may or may not have worn in 2001, 2, 3, or 4.
2. Tequila: Since when is it delicious to sip on a cup full of pure tequila and ice? Sorry bartender, but last time I checked, margaritas had sour mix and sometimes Cointreau or other fancy liquors in them. I am not 17 anymore; and my overall goal isn’t to get shit-faced off of Everclear and Kool-Aid that’s been mixed inside of a 5 gallon bucket and hauled to the middle of the woods where all my other 17-20 year old friends are that aren’t supposed to be drinking. I’m allowed to drink, and I like my beverages palatable.
3. Cab: I’ve no longer resorted to semi-sober driving. I will get a cab every time I plan to drink, and I won’t be disappointed when I’m riding in the same cab home a couple of hours later. Not even when I am as sober as Lindsay Lohan was for those historic twenty minutes in 2006.

Thursday April 2nd

This week I keep forgetting to take pictures, whoops! So, I found this one of Lizzie and me for the purpose of today's post.

I’m still tired from the kickboxing class that Cam and I took after work; there were two instructors and one of them was absolutely clueless. She was having us do strange things like “make an X on the floor with your body” and some squat/twist/jump thing that made us all wish we had noticed her freakish body and left before the class started.

After that hellish class, I went home and Lizzie met me there. She’s having a hard time with life right now, juggling far too many serious issues, and I needed to give her a good laugh or two to hopefully shake some of her worry away for the night. If only her bakery would get the attention it deserved, all of those sweet treats would distract her from the nuances that can happen when everything starts to fall down.

P.S. I’ve been reading a lot of blogs lately. My favorite recent find is I am style-ish. I am an every day reader, and am wishing I would have found this a few years ago when Tiffany started it. Oh, how my fashion choices may have survived so many blunders…