I have been in a major funk. Like, major major. It’s been happening for two or three weeks now. Not only do I have no interest whatsoever in exercising or eating right, but I’m in kind of a professional slump as well. Put those two things together and it’s like they make each other even worse by happening at the same time. I think that’s why I was extra excited about these crazy Canadians coming into town on Thursday.
I mean, seriously. I even told hubs on Tuesday and Wednesday that I wished Lindsey and Evan were here already because I was in need of fun. All my funkiness and three weeks of being sick has given me serious cabin fever.
Lindsey and I made plans over the phone Wednesday night and as we were hanging up, I got very excited when I thought she was about to say, “I’m so excited to meet you!” but then she said, “I’m so excited to meet Pants!” So yeah. Awkward. When she got to my house the next night, it took her exactly four minutes to find Pants and molest her.
Pants definitely looks like she’s loving that lovin’ in her own way. That furry diva is so popular.
After Lindsey and Pants got their snuggle on, the four of us headed downtown to our first stop, Mucho. (I have been calling it Muchos for two years. Very disappointed to find out there’s no S.)
Mucho is the home of my favorite drink in all the land, the Eola 101.
That’s tequila, champagne, agave, lime, and kitten tears. Dee-lish.
So, if you read Lindsey’s blog and think, “that sounds like a fun girl,” you would not be wrong. We ended up going to several places, having several tasty beverages, and taking pictures I don’t recall that will probably end up on her blog. The night ended with Lindsey telling our bartender he looked like the devil. (He did by the way. Straight up devil.) It was a fun night. Really fun. I love meeting someone for the first time and having so much to talk about. Why do I meet such amazing bloggers that live so far away? It’s not fair.
The fun didn’t end on Thursday. I drove down to Bradenton on Saturday night to see her and Evan again before they went back to stupid, far away Toronto. From now on, I’m drugging all my favorite bloggers and keeping them in the basement so they can never leave me.