Dance Party USA

What do you get when you combine a losing football team, a weekend back in your college town, a sunny fall day, making it rain with napkins, a port-o-potty, a DJ, purple tights, a snuggie, a blow up beer can from Bi-Lo, a generator, lots of boots, Miley Cirus, deviled eggs and Bojangles?

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Dance Party USA!

(or a South Carolina tailgate.... whatever you choose to call it)

The dude that made it all possible

The Boys - Hanging out on a tailgate. At a tailgate.

Drew. Being Drew.

(Yes, someone is in that port-a-pottie)

Trying to get some love....

Boys, being boys.

Girls. Being Girls.

A little live action of tailgate dance party. Did anyone realize that SC lost? I

think not .. (Click on the picture below to check out the choreography from the tailgate)

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From The Button Life

Photographer Smographer

Our wedding photographer thinks I'm a bitch.  Guess that means I can cross her off the Christmas card list.

Anyway, due to her opinion of me - our wedding photos will not be displayed for viewing or purchase on her website. 

But have no fear, I will be sending out an email in the next few days with a link to the photos.  You can then download them yourself (for free!).  Or if you want a lot of them, let me know and I'd be happy to be a complete witch and send you a copy of the CD :)

Enjoy!

Apple Pie and Man Love

Every guy, even if he's married, needs man friends.  And TB is no exception.  No matter how much he loves me - he will always need man love.  And not just any man friend will do - that special kind of man love that means you can talk about things that girls don't understand, smoke cigars and have jokes that no one other than the two of you understand, no matter how many times you have explained it to others.  This special kind of man love is very evident between TB and his special friend.  For the purposes of this blog we'll call him "Apple Pie". 

After returning home from a really long recent work trip, where I didn't see TB for 2 weeks - I received a surprise! TB came home early and had a fabulous dinner planned for me.  We ate at a great restaurant and had some delicious steak and potatoes.  Num num num - he sure knows the way to my heart. But wait, one more surprise.  Apple Pie was in town for a visit!

As boys will be boys - we ended up going to a cigar bar and drinking martinis.  Well, the boys had the cigars and I had the martinis.  (Don't let the pictures fool you - the cigars were all the boys, but I think TB was sneaking sips of my girl drink)  It was a long night of catching up with Apple Pie and me being quite confused trying to figure out the weird man stories from their days in Omaha.  These were pre-Leslie days and I'm sure I'll never know the extent of the trouble these two got into.  I never really understand what they're talking about, but all their stories seem quite hilarious to the two of them. 

Ahhhh.  It was a great night and great to see Apple Pie...We miss you guys!

Halloween is for Kids?

We love Halloween.  Love it. 

This year we decided to go to Richmond and visit some friends for this great holiday.  We had a great pre-celebration party the night before Halloween.  And I even won the arm wrestling competition.  Fair.  And.  Square.  Promise. 

So Halloween day comes along and we all get dressed up in our costumes around 3 PM, just to make sure we got maximum use out of the holiday.  Of course.  As we're all hanging out on the porch, taking pictures of our awesome cosutmes, a group of kids walk up to the door.  Kids?  What are they doing out?  Ohhhhh.  Trick-or-treaters.  Yikes.

Uh-Oh.  In all the shenanegans of the day, we forgot all about trick-or-treaters.  There wasn't a stitch of candy in the house and we all looked like deer in headlights.  For a split second, I almost gave the peanuts I had stolen from Delta for my flight attendant costume - but that would have sacrificed the costume.  Our other option was the beer in TB's stein - but somehow that didn't seem appropriate.  Eventually, we had to send the trick-or-treaters away empty handed.  Sorry guys. 

Perhaps next year we'll embrace trick-or-treaters along with our costumes. 

I'm Not a Floridian Anymore

Flash back to one year ago:

-  We had just moved to NC.  Fall was coming.  The first day it dropped below 60 degrees I went shopping for a wool pea coat and boots with fur lining. 

Flash forward to today:

-  It's 40 degrees out.  And I just went to the grocery store in flip-flops.  I wasn't even cold. 

Time to go back.