I feel the need to post something fun and light and carefree...so, I will share with you the Mr. and I's recent night away.
We met his buddy from college and his wife and we set out to dine at Fogo de Chao...only to discover that we would have a 2-3 hour wait. Yes, you read that right...TWO to THREE HOURS! So, we cruised across the street to a place called Seven.
We were told we had to vacate our table by 8 pm (it was 6:30ish)...only to look around at the multitude of empty tables around us and scratch our heads. Eat in an hour and half? Sure! (Only, we didn't get out of there til at least 8:30...oops.)
After a yummy meal, we headed over to the Shout House...yes, the same Shout House as this night out! And...it was a blast!
Just what I needed...fun. Thoughtless fun. And a few too many Red Bull Vodkas. (Why, oh why, did I not just stick with my good ol' standby "Mike" and his yummy lemonade?!)
We pitched in and got our men up on stage...for the Chicken Dance, nonetheless! (Video exists...I may have to confiscate the Mr.'s phone to steal that video!!)
We laughed and sang and danced the night away! Then, we left for the hotel...only to step outside and see a whole slew of limos (taxis?!) waiting...so, L. waved one down, and we got a limo ride back to our hotel!
Needless to say, I wasn't feeling too well the next day. The Mr. did remind me, "I do recall that you said, and I quote 'I'm ready to tear it up tonight!'" Ugh. I do remember saying that.
It was, however, a grand night out!