Giddyup, Friday night.

Friday night was weird. It started with a hippie college girl from an environmental agency (yes, she had dreadlocks and a knit hat) knocking on my door. She asked if my parents were home. And then apologized for the confusion by saying, "Oh sorry, you look like a teenager!"

Yeah.

Then I went to Walgreens and spent $56.89 more than I wanted to spend on things I didn't even know I needed. Until I saw them. And they had to be mine. Thanks, Winona, darling, for fueling sharing in my obsession with the place.

After that it was off to the liquor store to pick up supplies for Saturday's Girls Day Out (mimosas, shopping and nachos!) and the guy doing wine tastings said, "Um, do you have a note from your mother? I'm not sure I should be letting you try this."

Yeah.


Again.

The cashier, who recognized me (no I don't go there ALL the time...just...whatever) laughed. Then told me his name is "Fiddy." Just like 50 Cent. Only he is skinny, white and Irish. So, pretty much just like 50 Cent.

My errands were capped off by a text from one of the girls saying, "I think we should get piercings tomorrow.* We can discuss after mimosas."

I love my friends.

And looking like at 15 year old.

Kind of.

The end.

*We did not end up getting any piercings or tattoos but both were discussed after mimosas. Maybe next time...