While I waited for my friend Natalie to arrive from Baltimore yesterday I had a Friday afternoon snack. Sprinkles made it fun!
Once Natalie arrived, we made our way over to one of our favorite spots, Thai at Silver Spring.
We started off with the lettuce wraps for our appetizer.
And chowed down on our usual entree, Pad Thai with chicken.
On our way home we picked up a Redbox rental – a girly chick flick, of course.
It was actually really cute and well written for a chick flick. Chelsea Handler is basically my favorite person on Earth.
And let’s get real, you can’t have a girls’ night without:
Make that the largest, prettiest bottle of Riesling you’ve ever seen.
That would only fit in my fridge after we took out the middle rack.
Oh yeah, and the best froyo ever.
I’ve got a soft spot in my heart for Ben and Jerry’s ice cream/froyo because my very first job in high school was being an ice cream scooper at Ben and Jerry’s. We got to take a pint home a day and I would always do half brownie batter and half chocolate chip cookie dough. It’s my absolute favorite.
After a fabulous girls’ night, I felt rejuvenated and refreshed. Until I went out in public.
Everybody and their brother decided to go to the grocery store on a rainy Saturday afternoon, including every person in the Metropolitan DC area over 85.
This sweet old lady who was approximately 103 shuffled down the after-you-check-out aisle with her cart and adult son in tow. She was super cute until it took about (no joke) 7 minutes to make her way out the door.
I guess I looked slightly peeved, because another man behind me smirked at me knowingly and threatened, “You’re gonna be like dat some day.”
1. Do I really look like I’m going to drop kick this old lady? Maybe I need to work on my facial expressions.
2. I’m probably a waaaay nicer person than you, buddy.
3. My favorite way to spend a Saturday afternoon isn’t actually thinking about turning into an old lady.
4. I may look nice (or apparently, I don’t) but you don’t want to mess with me.
Instead, I smiled politely at the
toolbag concerned man and shuffled a few feet in front of him. When we got outside of the exit door, I leaned over the old lady’s cart and helped her son take out her bags of groceries.
The old lady happily stuttered at me, “Oh, thank you sweetie.”
I looked over my shoulder as I walked to my car and smiled at the mean dude.
“Have a great day!” I shouted.
I’m going to go take out my aggression on the treadmill. Have a good rest of the weekend!
What is your must-have item for a girls’ night?
Do you ever have tiffs with strangers?