"Motorin"

Okay . . . so the last time that I dressed up for an Eighties themed party . . . my escort (whom shall remain nameless - but I know that you're reading this and you simply must call me, it's been MUCH too long) ended up cat-napping in the park, my high heels ended up in the front yard, and I almost missed the last flight to New Orleans the next day. Had I missed the flight - I would have missed a FABULOUS birthday party deep in the swamps of the Audubon Zoo, complete with Red Velvet Nutria Cake.

I wouldn't have gotten to pet the Gator, feed the real live Nutria, engage in photo booth mischief, or involve myself in a "borrowed" golf cart/zoo patrol incident. And I might have missed the chance to put my big girl panties on and accept a dare to kiss a gorgeous stranger on the cheek. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? Well, honey, IT WAS!

So . . . ANYHOO . . . when the time came to plan for my Pretty In Pink Ensemble, I decided to play it safe. No fishnets, sequin minidress or mall bangs for me. I wrapped myself in a pink pash and consumed only one PINKtini. But I got some really great pictures and had an AMAZING time nonetheless. Terrell, Kevin Nichols & Crew outdid themselves - right down to the fake nose candy.

Saturday morning I took a little extra time to yawn and stretch. Surprised that I was even able to sleep, I felt the excitement that Conway Twitty's Muse must have relished when she whispered these famous words in his ear ". . . I'm used to wearin' pearls. But I've always dreamed of bein' just a good ol' boy's girl. So tonight I left those crystal candle lights to live a dream, and partner there's a tiger in these tight fittin' jeans."

I was off to the races! Well . . . once I realized that hair parting was not necessarily my forte and Misty Churchwell came to my rescue by stopping everything she was doing and parting it for me, I was off to the races. Tanks Misty!

Emcee-n' the Lawnmower Grand Prix was TOO much fun! There was even a wreck!!! And the compliments that I was given outnumbered the blisters from my boots . . . so? What a delicious day.

And speaking of delicious . . . my compliments go to BJ Dunwody on her mad tailgating culinary skills. The ribs were divine and the cajun deviled eggs were downright addictive.

Afterwards I headed to Hummingbird with my long-time friends Vicki & Rocky Mills and met some new friends (Luke & James, if you're reading, it was such a treat!) on the patio. Rocky and I entered the Corn Hole Tourney. We were . . . uh . . . we held our . . . well . . . I'm pretty good at draft beer drinking. It was fun, fun, fun! And stay tuned - I'm pretty sure that "Bird" has some new tricks up her sleeve . . . hmmm.

Also be sure to keep an eye out for a new column in the Eleventh Hour. Yours truly will be taking her passion for writing and mixin' it up with her passion for fashion.

This is "Little Miss John Deer" reporting from the shop around the corner. Over and out!

aS


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