"Some days you gotta dance"

Holy eff. THIS week. has been something else. I attempted to do as my 22 year old self used to do and worked full days and went out all night. As a side note... starting Monday out with a Dixie Chicks concert is the best slash worst idea ever. Monday night I felt like a 16 yr old girl reliving all of her childhood memories through the songs of DC. Then Tuesday rolled around and I quickly remembered that I am indeed NOT 16 and that I need more than 5 hrs of sleep to be a functioning human the next day. Whatever. This song sums up most of the feels.

But then of course Tuesday night I had dinner plans so I didn't let the tired-ness bring me down. Off to SoHo for a nice lil din din.

Wednesday morning I'm still dragging because again... I'm like not so young anymore. So I do that thing where I tell everyone the whole "I'm-not-doing-anything-I-need-sober-days" type of thing. So it's 5:30 and I'm leaving to go to a kick boxing class (this could be a whole other blog post). I hop in the elevator to be greeted by 2 of our General Managers and they quickly say "Ash! You're coming to dinner with us!" FACK. Guess we're doing this. Dinner. Drinks. Many hours later I head home.

Wake up Thursday morning really thinking I can't possibly do 2 more days of this but I'm no quitter! But actually I sort of am. I snuck out of work at 5 on the dot and sat quietly in my apartment for the entire night. IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER.

Friday and Saturday were jam packed with normal weekend shenanigans.

So here I am on Sunday... and par to the course on me not being able to stick with my convictions for too long... I gave up on the eating out every single meal because I hate cooking. Well technically I still have eaten out for every meal for about the last month but after I had ALL YOU CAN EAT SOUP AND SALAD AT THE OLIVE GARDEN and a COOKIE DOUGH BLIZZARD FROM DQ #chainfoodisthebestfood I went to the store and I bought things for meals. That's right. I'm going to try cooking again. And by cooking I mean microwaving pre-packaged meals. WISH ME LUCK.

And just because I feel like sharing what I've got my sights on (hint hint. I accept gifts) These will be mine. Now I can add fashion blogger to the blogging resume. ;)