tell me what you know about dreamin', dreamin'

so i totally try to pretend i haven't passed my prime.
but this weekend proved that i am.  because although i powered through like a boss i am definitely feeling the effects of not being able to just lay on my couch all weekend and watch catfish.
you're probably not wondering at all what i did but i'm for sure going to tell you anyway.
i'm linking up with sami to spread the good word.

friday consisted of popping bottles with my lady friend.
saying "popping bottles" makes me fell like a rap star so i'm going to continue to say that.
then we made super attractive faces, took pictures, and sent them to my brother.
mature - i know.

saturday i spent money on candles that i didn't need.
and then had to work.  AND THEN belatedly celebrated my baby brother's 21st birthday where we all tried to pretend that we were on jersey shore and didn't go out till the bars till like 11.30pm. but that shit was a blasty.
like dance party and just shut shit down.

 

and then sunday i laid on the couch while mac did things like this:

OH - and i made uncle rico look like a drunk.

so actually my weekend was full of tons of stuff and it was so awesomely, terrible.