The girls and I (minus the two Yas in Chicago) hit the scene in Scottsdale this weekend for a bit of debauchery and shenanigans.
(What, me? Big mouth? Bossy? You don’t say…)
In truth, what 10 years ago would have been a night of dancing, club hopping and drinking was instead a much subdued night of great food, karaoke** and being in bed by 1. And of course homemade baked goods. Ah, how things have and haven’t changed.
~K
*100% stole “girls gone mild.” I overheard it at a baby shower last weekend. Couldn’t be more appropriate, however.
** Come to find out, I HATE karaoke. I’m happy to sit in the crowd and sing along, but please don’t expect me to hold the mic.