After that was all said and done it was only about 10:30pm so we decided to walk around to find another drink. And another drink we did find. We found one at this club. Like, people grinding, rap music playing kind of club. Then, after a few minutes when we decided maybe that wasn't the place for us, so we wandered until we found the most magical bar of our lives. PURE MAGIC! It was full of super nice hipster-types (and here I thought I didn't like the hipsters) singing and dancing to the top 40 songs we all jammed out to in high school and college. Score. It was the most non-threatening, fun, dance-on-the-tables (truth), drink a tallboy of PBR, kind of dance party. The three of us left sweaty at 2am. And then got Voodoo Doughnuts. And then walked back to our hotel holding hands.
Gurlcations with B+M are my favorite thing. I could not have asked for a better night (well, maybe minus rude, end of the, guy-friend texts, rawr #guysruineverything).
So, obviously, here are (just) a few (crappy quality, iPhone) pictures of the fun:
Selfie in the Hotel before Dinner #obvz
Waiting for the elevator:
Beth and Marissa with their champagne:
Beth and I at dinner:
Our second favorite place in the hotel (our most amazing comfortable bed was our first):
Beth and Marissa on the roof (aren't they pretty?!)
The three of us on the roof, after dinner, before everything else, phot cred to some random man who wanted to be our friend:
3 comments:
I love slumber parties...and birthdays...and bars like you described...and randos who want to be your friend (and they end up taking your picture for you). It sounds like the perfect weekend!!! Love it & Love your hair.
Looks like a lot of fun. :) Lovely pictures.
I do miss Portland, though. :(
Looks like funnnnnn. I wish I was brave like Marissa and could put some pretty pink in my hair too. I am jealous. I want to go to Portland. I hear it is where the cool kids live. My mom is always telling me not to move back to Ohio, but to move to Portland. My mom is a hippie and she wears self-knitted socks with Birkenstocks, so that would be something she'd say.
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