I came to get down

Yesterday I knew I was going to have a good day when I had lunch: the Ale House's Antipasta Plate: pumpkin hummus, grilled flatbread, house-made pickles, greens, and instead of the olives I substituted carrot and celery sticks. Ate about half of it (I wasn't feeling the onions and tomatoes, or really the pickles, and didn't eat all the hummus either). Felt good.

After work, Craig Steele picked me up in his Zip Car and we headed to the White Eagle, my new neighborhood bar. I haven't seen him for awhile, but we always have such a great time. Snacked on some food--cajun tots, a salad, and a bowl of soup. And several glasses of wine for me, a few PBRs for him.
Meandered the block and a half home, where Ingrid was making a puppet:


I sweet-talked Ingrid into showing off a little of her moves (which admittedly isn't hard; she can break-dance at the drop of a hat).
Ings definitely has some moves, but Craig Steele suprised me--a very quick study! They were awesome to watch. (I'm trying to figure out uploading videos so you, too, can experience the awesome-ness, but it's not really working. I will try later...)

After break-dancing took it's toll, we started dance-dancing. Outkast, Arctic Monkeys, who knows what else? I was in my wine world, and ran to adorn my feet in my gold high heels. Sometimes a girl's just gotta wear heels when she dances, even if it's 3:30 in the morning, even if she's wearing pajamas, even if she's clumsy and falls down on the floor. Sometimes it's just the right thing to do.

We also took the Enneagram Test online, alternating test-taking with dancing. (I always test strongly for Type 2, but I don't know if I believe it. If you haven't heard of this, check it out. Regardless of how much it fits you, it's extremely interesting.)

Then the wigs came out. I unfortunately do not have any good pictures of the wigs (Ingrid?) but there was a pink one (Craig Steele looked smashing in it), a mullet one, and my old red and black one from Halloween a few years back (I was Al-ice Capone). Here's the best one I got:



I think after the wigs and dancing and boxed wine (I know, I didn't mention the boxed part of it before. But it's not too bad! Each box contains 3-4 bottles of wine, and stays good for 4 weeks. A smashing deal.) and high heels and personality tests and Michael Jackson we were all ready for bed. Craig Steele headed home about 4:30am (Yikes, right?!) and I passed out into a sleepy happy pile on my bed.

here's a wee video I hope works: