I jingled ’til I jangled.
‘Tis the season to get blitzened and that’s just what happened in the fabulous city of Nashville this past weekend.
Friday night kicked off at Fontanel Mansion – Barbara Mandrell’s (my own personal idol – like I cried in the grocery store when I saw her idol) former 27,000 square foot log cabin.
Gorgeously decorated gigantic mansion.
I took it upon myself to visit every single nook and cranny of Babs’ former house, where many of the family’s photos, furniture and keepsakes remain on display.
Bathing in Barbara’s tub. Jealous?
Because I’m not well versed in climbing in and out of tubs while wearing four-inch heels, I nearly fell and broke my neck trying to remove myself. Thank God this plant was around to help.
Life saving Philodendron.
After having my existence preserved by a plant, I sat down and touched up my makeup in a bathroom made of mirrors (no wonder this chick is my idol).
Multi-tasking at its finest.
Hello? Yes. I’m very busy being fabulous.
And to further solidify that my idol should be my idol, I found a framed picture of Barbara and her cat. At Christmas. Be still my beating heart.
Here kitty…kitty….kitty….
After my exhausting lavatory experience, I had to lay down on Barbara’s actual bed.
Absorbing all things Mandrell.
Wonder what rich people do with their indoor pools when they host a party? Cover it up and put tables on it.
Pool party.
Taking full advantage of a sparkly (yes! I said sparkly) black couch was a must. If this piece of furniture would have fit in my purse, I’d have taken it.
This picture does no justice to the sparkle.
There was about 83 Christmas trees throughout the house and I took it upon myself to shake every single gift under the lit lovelies.
For moi? You shouldn’t have. But I’m so glad you did.
And as the boozing continued on into the wee hours, the stuffed teddy bears got kinda…well…
Naughty listed bears.
What does one do after attending a party on Friday night?
Host a ladies cocktail party at her own mini manse on Saturday. Duh.
Ladies night…oh what a night.
What party is complete without Jell-O shots? Not mine, that’s for damn sure!
As you can see below, First Mate is daintily eating her Jell-O, while this classy broad almost swallowed my own fist to get it down the hatch more quickly.
Double dosing.
A preggo lady partied hard with the assistance of whipped cream.
Yep. This is how pregnant ladies roll in Nashville. Hard core!
When it’s time to shut down the party (you know, at 2am) and a house guest suggests setting an alarm for 8 in the morning, a wrestling match for the phone is a must.
NO ALARMS or I will body slam you.
And with visions of kitty plums dancing in his head, Ted snuggled down in his favorite kind of bed. Made out of tissue.
Party hosting is hard.
So while I should have taken a cue from the great Bear and snoozed a little more this weekend, my lack of shut-eye is making a Tuesday feel like it should be Friday already…
…but I can sleep when I’m dead. There’s fun to be had, people!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 
I wonde rif Barbara Mandrell reads your blog? It would be funny to see her post here on this one!
I bet Barbara has higher reading standards BUT wouldn’t it be fun if she did read?!
I thought it was a Barbie doll in that tub. You looked so tiny! You and your gal pals looked like a whole lotta trouble. 😉
It’s pool Barbie! Minus the swimsuit, of course. And the gal pals…loads of trouble!
😀
Oh that house! The bathroom! I would love to have a quarter of that bathroom in NYC. The tub looks so inviting.
I could move into that tub! Barbara’s house could probably fit 100 NYC apartments in it. I haven’t ever been in any mansion (not like I’m ever in mansions) so big!
You really squeezed the last drop of juice out of the weekend. 🙂
Well I figure someone has to do it!
That house is amazing especially her bathroom but at the end with your house is nothing wrong, lovely little and cosy ! Well I saw you girls had a good time and I loved to taste too that Yell-O, it made me curious ! 🙂
Yes! You have to try the Jell-O shots sometime with your girlfriends!
Barbara’s mansion was beyond unreal but just as much fun (if not more!) was had in my mini manse for the cocktail party – that’s for sure!
I’ve no doubts about it, have a very great Thursday eve 🙂 !
Hilarious!!!! I love your Mandrell Manse Shenanigans each Christmas!!
Am I lucky or what?!
haven’t heard about Barbara before, but I just realized that she is a country singer, so cool! I really liked the pool/dining area:)
Because she’s an older country singer, not many people know of her. My mom listened to her music and I always thought she was so pretty on her album covers. Funny how we always carry things with us, isn’t it? But who would have thought I’d get to party in her house one day?!
Ha! I noticed in your group party girl shot, a certain grey playboy didn’t waste any time getting snuggly in the lap of one of your lovely lady friends. Is that dude smooth or what?!? Wish I had his technique.
Phil. That little grey playboy is so smooth, he moved from lap to lap to lap to lap the entire night. Such a cheater!