Sister's Shower

Last weekend was & this week was recovery from my sister's bridal shower & boy oh boy did fatty get carried away! 
Bu I mean really. Let me show you something: 

Tell me you aren't salavating at the adorableness of this. 
You can't. 
You just. You just can't. 

I have a really bad habbit of getting carried away every time I go home. It's just something about being home that brings out the drunk David Hasselhoff eating cheeseburgers on the floor out of me. I don't know man. 
I just don't know. 

However, in preperation of Hasselhoffing (what I am now calling extreme drunk munchies), our family friend Jill took me to spin with her the day of the shower. Let me tell you something: 

IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. 

Unlike my gym here in Austin, this gym had a million fucking fans in the cycling room. Oh my god how that makes a damn difference. Seriously. 
And also- I kind of loved the instructor. She played nothing but 80's music. Which- to tell you the truth- was kind of hit & miss, but I loved the thought & energy that she brought to the table. 

Also, can we just talk about how it's really for the best that they turn the lights down in spin class? I mean. Gross. No one at all wants to see that, guys. 

This has nothing to do with the spin class, but I just had to tell you about these fucking macaroons. Y'all. Seriously. What the fuck. They better have these little guys in Heaven. Dude. Seriously. Yeah. Anyway...

I cannot for the life of me remember this instructors name, but if you're in the SETX area & get a chance to go to a cycling class at the Exogyn in Nederland- give it a shot y'all. And if worse comes to it, just pretend you're upping the gears. No one will ever know the difference. 

So, this playlist was pretty interesting. She started with Dead or Alive's "Spin Me Round"... because it's a spin class!!!! Get it? Seriously- get it?!!? It's a spin class... spin is in the title of the song?!

Whoa. 
Y'all. 
I have never watched that video in it's entirety before. What... what a special experience I just had. I literally said out loud (to no one because I am home alone): "Why is he a pirate now?" and "Oh, good! Flags!"

And then I Googled what that guy looks like now because I thought how funny it must be for him to look back and go "dude. What the fuck was I wearing".... but somehow I doubt that's what's going through his head now. I won't waste anymore time on this (Because I seriously want to go make a fan page now), but I do encourage you to look it up. 

Ok. I MUST move on now. 
What was I talking about? Oh- the rest of the play list! Actually right after the class I sent myself a note-to-self about how I felt about the playlist. Wanna read it? Here it goes: 

"-You spin me right round baby right round. It's a spin class right round right round
- "Dude Looks Like A Lady" was a weird choice
  - Oddly enough, "Don't Stop Believing" did nothing for me. I think that's one of those songs that only a incredibly drunk person can truly love
  - "Sweet Child of Mine" was a bad choice. 
  - Must. Add. Heart's. "Barracuda" to. Running. List. Pronto. "

I kind of can't get this song out of my head now. Hey! Wanna see what me & Jill looked like after spin (and then immediately see a much more flattering shot of us because I'm so vain I probably think this blog is about me)

Then, after the shower my BFF 4E & E & E Nicole & her fiance came over & my step-dad made steaks (and portabello mushrooms for the princess) (btw: I'm the princess). The rest of the evening had a lot a lot a lot of booze & dogs & "name that tune". 

... This was Saturday. 
... I got my voice back Wednesday. 
For some reason I made everyone white Russians. I think I made my very underage brother drink white Russians with me at 4 am. 
Everything gets a little blurry after that. 

So- yeah! Good weekend. REALLY FREAKING GLAD I don't have my scale anymore though! 

I will leave you with some more pictures from that weekend. (lots of selfies, I'm realizing)