Let’s go to the beach, -each
Let’s go get away
They say, what they gonna say?
Have a drink, clink, found the bud light
Bad bitches like me, is hard to come by
The patron on, let’s go get it on
The zone on, yes, I’m in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I’mma blow off my money and don’t give two shits
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I tend to always have one favorite song that I play over and over to death until I move on to the next. This week, it’s Nicki Minaj’s Starships. Makes me feel bad-ass. Except for when people at the gym catch me lip syncing it while I’m lunging or jumping jack-ing.
Let’s get back to Nicki Minaj- her and I are practically twins. Actually, the only thing we have in common are our badonk-a-donks. I used to be twins with JLo until she had babies and trained for a triathalon. Then, her junk in the trunk went bye-bye. I can only hope for a similar outcome.
I was going to wait to post out St. Patrick’s Day dinner (to make it look like I actually had a life and not that I come straight home to write about it for the internets to see). So, here are some mouth-watering pictures of one of the best meals to date. I managed to find some green to sport for the outing:
My expression was intended to imply ‘hey, look at this bangin’ green outfit.’ When really it says, ‘check out my disastrous roots.’ Whatever, I’m fixing that problem on Monday.
We started off with a couple of Caesar’s (to you American folk, it’s essentially a Bloody Mary, except it’s made with clamato juice rather than tomato juice). Tyler’s is extra spicy, mine is extra not. But you can’t tell the difference.
For an app, we had Mushrooms Neptune. They are mushrooms filled with crab and cream cheese. I don’t know why it was accompanied with a butt role, since we already were served a loaf of fresh baked bread. Delicious, nonetheless.
Our meals came with salads (mine: Wedge; Tyler: caesar) not pictured because lettuce is boring to look at.
Filet Mignon for each. (mine: 7 oz because I’m a lady; Tyler: 10 oz because he’s a man) Twice baked potatoes with chives and BACON, and veggies. (see! we were celebrating St. Patrick’s Day! We had potatoes!)
Somehow, after we left The Keg, we wound up at Crowfoot Liquor. And somehow, we left with this:
And with that, my nose has detected that the coffee is ready. Irish coffees and season one of The Walking Dead= a darn good Saturday night.
How are you celebrating?
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