Monday, October 7, 2013

Girl Party 2013: #photobomb

After our standard Saturday trip to the spa, we cleaned ourselves up and hit the town!
Steak dinner out, then some ladydancing in downtown! Which was kicked off by a young Marine approaching us with a flirty and warm "Hey old babes!" REALLY!?! That's your line? We soon discovered he was VERY intoxicated, and soon regretted this opening line.
We encountered some interesting characters on our evening out, including this odd woman who photobombed this cute pic of our leos.
I might be a little responsible for some photobombing my own self.
Sunday, regretfully, the girls had to pack up and head back to Stumptown. But sister and Kristin were feeling under the weather...and then realized they could get pseudoephedrine in Idaho without the prescription now necessary in Oregon. So they each bought some cold medicine. Nothing like hooking up my peeps with some illegal drugs before they board a plane.
But before we headed to the airport, a fun breakfast at Addie's. It was funny to see Kristin in my Ducks hat...not her normal colors.
And just like that, Girl Party 2013 was over. :(
But we got so much gabbing and laughing and relaxing and gossiping and just flat-out good old times in. Girl Party is welcome at the Chicken Ranch any time! #girlparty #yougottabighousehere #angrywhopper #tiffanyislostagain #bestgirlsever

Girl Party 2013: Boise!

Guess what guess what guess what! My girls came to Boise to visit me! It was so gracious of everyone to make the journey! We do our annual "big trip" every other year, but for the last couple years have done lower-key, local mini-Girl Parties, which has been a nice addition. After a tour of their weekend digs, and our traditional big salads...
We trekked up to Idaho City to the fancified new hot springs spa.
It seems like it was a pretty good first-night activity.
We timed it to be there as the sun was going down, and it was just gorgeous out.
Then to Trudy's for home-spun small town diner-y deliciousness.
...Where we also purchased a cinnamon roll for the next morning. ONE cinnamon roll. Seriously.
And the next morning it was lovely with our coffee and Quiet Magazine Time. Half of us are decaf, have are full-caff, so we had a thermos situation.
Sister gets up early so got more QMT than the rest of us.
Sister forgot a jammies top, so I let her borrow this shirt Jon got me at a GIS conference. Which I think she tried to steal from me.