
That blog title is a thing a guy said once about a chick and him always fighting you know when couples marathon fight and it’s kinda semi-passionate albeit inherently exhausting and sometimes you just have to walk away mid-fight take a breather? Yeah, those were the days. Kidding. Anyway, it was Barb’s soft-launch going away dinner get-together and one time my friend Allison was going away (she never actually left though despite having a huge-mongously successfully largely-attended going away party) and when I blogged it I think I blog post titled it something like GO AWAY ALLISON because I am cute like that. Henceforth, you get all the connections and no we do not want to lose Barb at all. I am sad she’s leaving. Good luck in the UK and give Holly a hug for me! (turns out my title is a motley crue song, go figure!)

This is at Plank, in Bronte. It is the new spot. There’s a huge demand for modernized-urban style flare restaurants out there because this place is always packed and they hit it up weekly usually the same night the Coach has karaoke and then “s–t goes down”. Ha. I tell you this is how I know I will partying for the rest of my life.

See? This was last Saturday night. We ripped it up. At first were all def clocking a 2/10 for the party. An hour after that we were chomping at the bits for some wilder times. And did we make it? Well, what do you think?

Cougar cabbage patch kids. No they are not actually cougars but still, when younger bros mill around and give ‘em/us all the thumbs up, it kinda feels like it. There is certainly something to be said for younger peeps fan-girling elder gals who own themselves at bars, mommy issues FOR SHIZZLE. It really is a ball though.

I love how my outfit looks like an outfit at home then pajamas in pictures. Whatever. I was going understated sexy french and it worked at the second venue we hit.
































