Friday the 13th ♥

I made a challenge for myself when packing for this trip to North Carolina: I only packed two pairs of flats and had to assemble low key outfits accordingly. Mikey was saying how I only ever pack dressy-dresses and high heels, when "that's so high maintenance for a beach town". Hence why I'm wearing the same pair of flats for the third day in a row. Once I prove myself through this challenge (that I can dress casual for a whole week), I won't ever have to do it again. 

Top: Zara

Cardigan/Tights/Flats: Target

Skirt: ModCloth

Highlights of this awesome Friday the 13th:
~ Having lunch at this amazing little spot called Temptations. I had a brie cheese, apple and turkey sandwich with a side of fresh fruit. YUMM! Oh, and that dipping sauce? Cranberry mustard. Yeah, drool. 

Naturally I followed up with a dessert. I had a Hershey almond bar in cute vintage wrapping. :)

~ Got back to the house and took naps. Look how cute Mikey & Bowie look sleeping together. Notice Bowie's tongue! LOL That thing is always sticking out. 

~ I finally got to catch up with one of my besties, Natty, on the telephone. We chatted for two hours -- it was brief compared to our usual 4 hour long calls. When we catch up every couple weeks, we really catch up. I love it. 

~ For dinner we went to the Wild Wing Cafe, my mother-in-law's favorite spot ever. I had lemon pepper wings + sloppy joe sliders! Can you say "fatty"?! I loooove both of these foods, but being in Jersey I don't get to eat them as often anymore; I went bananas on them tonight! Then we watched a herd of cougars dance and do their thing to a cover band. It was pretty funny/awesome. They went completely nuts when the band played "Don't Stop Believing"...dear God, I wish bands, radios, and anyone else would just STOP singing/playing this song. I took a (crappy) picture with my cell phone of all the mayhem during this overplayed tune. Notice all the ladies old enough to be your grandmothers. Your really cool and rebellious grandmothers. 

Some of those women were in their 60's and 80's and they party harder than most 20 year olds I know. It was pretty impressive. At first Mikey and I giggled, but then we were like, "Get it, girls". Hey, at least they're not boring...even though I think at that age, I'd personally be okay with being boring and staying at home all night...every night. But then again, I'm gonna be the cool grandma by default - tattoos make for interesting stories to tell the youngsters. One of my stories will go, "I remember when I was a punk kid in 2006, rockin' out to the local bands of Las Vegas with a whiskey on the rocks in one hand, and a whiskey on the rocks in the other." Then my grandkids will high five me and say, "Grandma Roni, you're such an OG." 

What do you think you'll be like, or what do you hope you're like when you're that age?? Do you think you'll still be hip or out for the count? Mikey and I were talking about that a lot tonight. The one 80 year old lady tonight was so active, dancing and gettin' it in her 5 inch heels, that she'll probably live to be 110. I admired her "life is still good" persona that she exhibited all the way across the room. 

I hope y'all had a great Friday the 13th! I love this day. Mikey and I got married on a Friday the 13th, in Vegas of course. I think of it as my lucky day no matter when it comes around during the year, and I loved all the text messages I received today from all my buddies that know it as such. Thank y'all!

Oh, here's an "I don't know what the fudge I was doing here" picture:

Goodnight, darlings. 

Love,

(random) Roni 

P.s. Kiser, if you're reading this, we really wished you were with us tonight.