A killer country concert kicked off a jam-packed Nashville weekend on Friday and the shenanigans haven’t yet stopped.
Kenny Chesney performed two sold out shows last week at Bridgestone Arena and because of my job, I attended both nights with clients. Being that Kenny and I celebrate birthdays one day apart, I was pretty sure he’d single me out in the crowd to wish me tidings of good joy.
No such luck.
After the enthralling concert experience, I was greeted with some love from my Iowa twins.
Turns out my niece and nephew are modern-day Picassos, as featured in the photo below.
While I was oohing and ahhing over my presents, Prince and Princess B were painting Easter eggs.
However, Princess B took it upon herself to mimic her Auntie CBXB and paint her nails instead of the boring old eggs.
Decorating eggs and fingernails creates quite an appetite and there’s hardly anything Princess B loves to gulp down more than salsa.
While my mini me was two fisting bowls of salsa, I was busy using two hands to double fist cocktails at one of my birthday celebrations.
Flattered that friends gathered to celebrate my presence on this planet, we yucked it up at one of Nashville’s cool eateries, Suzy Wong’s House of Yum.
I was gifted all kinds of goodies, including a beautiful bouquet of roses.
Tears of joy almost streaked my cheeks upon receiving a bell that says ‘Drink Please’. It didn’t stop ringing until about 2am on Saturday night.
The real humdinger came compliments of my galpal Jdub who not only made cupcakes with sparkles in the frosting but also bedazzled individual boxes for each guest with rhinestones and glitter.
Slightly buzzed and on a sugar high, we pranced over to the club adjoining the restaurant and had zero fun.
There, I met my gay soul mate (that’s for you Scooby…just seeing how often you read the blog! And Mr. Scooby you can’t tell him), as he was in the shiniest silver suit ever accompanied by a glitter vest. This is the exact outfit I would want my groom to wear – oh hell, it’s what I want to wear if I ever get hitched.
After all of the whirling, twirling, cupcakes, cocktails and shots there was just one gal standing at the end of the evening.
I’m sure you’re not shocked I drank everyone under the table.
Cheers!
CBXB