I'll never wear white again.....

Last night one of Brandon's friends was cooking at this super nice event. It's a "Signature Chef" event for the MDA and his friend hooked us up with some free tickets. Because I've gained even more weight lately I had to find something to wear yesterday. I decided that I would buy some nice gray pants and maybe a white shirt. Honestly this outfit would look like I was waiting tables at the event, but I was honestly going for comfort over looks....and when you're feeling like an ogre before you leave a skirt just ain't gonna cut it!

I get to Brandon's house around 6:45 and this thing was kicking off at 7:30. I was sitting in the living room waiting for Brandon to change and decided I should do one more booger check before we go. I blow into the tissue, look down at it (which is really gross in itself) and see what appears to be blood.....lots of it. GREAT!!!! I get up and instantly say, "fuck fuck fuck". I run to the bathroom and it's already too late. Blood On The White Shirt. We have less than 20 minutes to get there now and it looks like I massacred a bunny on my shirt. I yell at Brandon to see if he knows what gets blood out (he's a better Suzie Homemaker than I am) and he says, "spit". HUH?? Great to know, but what am I going to do about it.....I currently have a rag shoved up my nose. This is when True Love kicks into effect. The boyfriend dips down to my level.....and starts sucking on my shirt!! I really hope that when I die I'll get to see moments like this from a different point of view. I can't imagine how ridiculous we looked! Needless to say, he got it out. I don't know how, but he did. You could only notice if I pointed it out. We were good with time to spare......

So we get to the party and start getting in lines for the food. Amazing chefs from Amarillo, and his friend the "guest chef" of the evening. I delved into his friends food as if it were the last meal that I would have and didn't realize that as I savored his friends amazing dish that I dripped gravy all the way down the front of my freshly "cleaned" white shirt. SHUT UP! What are the odds?? I run back to the table and try to clean it off with water. I'm guessing I did an ok job because I could barely notice it. Luckily we didn't stay very long and I made it out of there just in time before something worse happened.

We did go to Pimps and Hoes last night at Coconutz. It's become an annual tradition for me and B. We've gone every year that we've dated. We walked in last night around 11 and I swear....out of the 150 people in the bar me, Brandon, and 3 other people were dressed up. Last year I would say that 5 people Weren't dressed up. I really don't understand what happened this year. My guess is that there are about 6 bars in town that do some kind of Pimp and Ho party during the year......and I think people are tired of it. Even though the original one in Amarillo was at this bar that we were at last night. I'm hoping that this isn't the end of Pimps and Hoes at Coconutz. Hell, if they do end it.....I'll still be there in my hooker gear.