I have just gotten home from an almost-four-hour long drive home from Iowa, where I spent a much needed weekend away from Mankato, and catching up with one of my very best friends. It was amazing.
We ate (gluten-free noodles, say what?). We gossiped.
We shopped a bit, including, tried on shoes.
Fila Skeletoes are difficult to put on, and they are slightly hideous. I did NOT buy them.
We drank a bit.
“Twirly straw, braces, and vodka.”
[I have previously stated that I no longer drink vodka, but there is an exception to every rule. Like when you visit your friend in Iowa.]
We saw some chick cut her foot in the bar and bleed all over the place.
I was unable to obtain a photo of the blood despite valiant and varied efforts, so here is a picture of us being photo bombed by a rando in the Iowa bar. Say ‘cheese’!
It was one of the better weekends I have had in a very long time!