Oh Barrio, so much love

Friday night rocked my socks off. Well, actually I wore tights not socks although socks might have been a good idea since it dropped below zero after a balmy week of 30 degree temps but I digress...

When co-worker Tiff heard I was going to Barrio she told me that drinking one of their good sipping tequilas would be a semi-religious experience and she was right. That combined with wearing my awesome birthday dress and being with my best girls--well I knew it was going to be pretty freakin' awesome.

The girls and I scampered off to the restaurant where we were greeted by a wall of tequila bottles so full that the bartenders had to use a ladder to get to the top shelf, odd little marionette dolls danced in alcoves, and a projection screen played clips from old black and white movies. I would include the crabby hostess in that list but she didn't so much greet us as bark at me that we would have to wait until our actual reservation time (8:00pm) to be seated. It was 7:58.
An hour and 15 minutes later we still hadn't been seated and the amazingly delicious shots of repesado tequila with spicy grapefruit chasers that the manager (who introduced himself as Junior) were no longer smoothing over our impatience.


Eventually we got a rockin VIPesqe table in our very own alcove with a hilarious waitress and by then my friends, most of whom hadn't actually met before the party, were all ready to buy each other some overpriced charms for grown ups.


I was having such a good time that I kept forgetting to eat, which might explain why yesterday I had a torrid 24 hour affair with my couch and multiple bottles of water. The cat was there, ask her about it.
(Photo from Nordstrom.com)