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Mardi Gras is Over. Sad Face.

I had a wonderful time last week! My friend Blondie (also a Blogger) flew in and stayed with my family all week. I met Blondie/Nicole about 4 years ago online and she is one of my best friends now! I toured her around Mobile, which doesn’t seem that exciting, but she planned her trip during Mardi Gras so there was plenty to do.

I got to take her to her first Mardi Gras Parade, we went to Ruth Chris, Dauphin Island, we stayed out at a hotel one night and went to the movies, and she was insistent on the Southern Food Tour featuring Carrabbas, ChickFilA, and as much sweet tea as she could drink.

It was a pretty gluttonous week. mardi gras mobile

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Lynsey (her blog), also one of my best friends, came in and they were my hot dates at the Mystic Stripers Ball.

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And while there was a bit of problem with the “Mascots of Southern Style” parade (I believe a tire blew on one float and an axle broke on the other), the whole night was very fun!

SOOOOOOOOOO much better than the Conde Cavaliers Ball from 2012.

(view from my room of a float being escorted out of the route)

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Earlier that day we spent about 5 hours getting ready at the W Salon (ask for Mitch!) , went to lunch at this divine little place called Montegos, then scrambled down to our hotel to eat more.

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Then we stayed up, drank and danced till the wee hours of the morning.

Of course Lynsey was up at 6am ready to start the day already.

But I forgive her.

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Blondie hitting on some guy 3 times her age…and us walking home barefoot.

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Special thanks to my sexy husband for having the courage to escort three ladies to the dance and put up with (and request) the wobble, camera holdings, and bathroom visits.

Laissez les bons temps rouler!

Till Next Year!
~Trisha

 

 

Pinked Out: Not Quite Belle of the Ball-Part Deux

banner_215x12511Hi everyone, Kristy here from Mommy In Pink. As per request, I am back to talk about my experience at the Mayor’s Ball a couple of weeks ago.

It all started in mass chaos, as I was still recovering from mastitis(breast infection) in complete hysterics trying to figure out not only what I was going to wear, but how I was going to pay for it all on such short notice. If you’ve ever been shopping with an infant, you know what I mean, when I say that you have a very limited time frame that you are actually able to shop. The thought of trying on dresses with a baby, just made my head spin. If you are not already aware of the “situation,” let me tell you….I had less than 24 hours to find a suitable dress to wear, somewhat matching shoes, get my nails done, possibly hair too and the biggie: Find someone to watch the baby for the night! It was beginning to sound almost impossible!

My chances of finding someone to watch the baby were pretty much slim to none, since my mom and dad live out of town several hours away, and my husband’s family was attending the Ball with us. Friends were out of the question, because they already had plans or previous engagements, so I was left thinking ….”Umm…what the heck am I going to do?” The thought of just opting out of the event all together, was becoming a real possibility.

…so what did I do, you ask?

I called my Mommy! In tears, I begged and pleaded over the phone, offering to pay for her trip to watch the baby for the night. I held my breath, as there was a long pause before she could answer…….”Sure! I’d love to come out and watch the baby for the night…I miss her so much,” she said. In complete shock, I reply…”WHAT! REALLY?…You’re seriously willing to drive 4 hours here just to watch the baby for 5 hours or so.” With a slight giggle, she replied…”Yes, of course Kristy, I never get a chance to see her, so I’d be more than happy to do it!” YAYYYYY!

So now that I had the important part covered, I was on a serious mission to find something to wear. I begged my husband’s secretary to watch the baby for a couple hours while I went and got my nails done at a salon near his office, luckily they took me on such short notice! Whew! And after about an hour or so, of looking at dresses with no luck, I called a good friend of mine who attends a lot of fancy schmancy events and asked her if she had anything to wear that was suitable for a Ball. Of course, she had like a gazillion dresses to choose from and invited me over to take my pick.

I drove like a bat out of hell to her house hoping and praying she’d have something…and Boy! Did she come through in a big way…She is a Nordstrom’s Fanatic, which is great for me, because she happened to have this cute little number she recently purchased and hadn’t worn yet….
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Best Part: The dress actually fit and held my boobs in like a charm! Another great feature, was the fact, that it was a black dress. As if you didn’t already know that black is a slimming color, and I’m all about looking slimmer than I actually am…so it was definitely a keeper. A big THANKS to Jen for being such a sweet friend and allowing me to borrow such an uber cool dress for the night! YOU ROCK!

Finally, the Big Night had arrived, my mother arrived an hour early and we were ready to roll. When we arrived at the Ball, it was nothing but handshakes and introductions during cocktail hour. We then got our pictures taken with the Mayor, his wife and a few business partners, etc. When dinner rolled around, we were starving and dove into the salad and Salmon Fillet, Yummy! After dinner, it was time to party, the band had started playing and and people were making their way to the dance floor, to boogie! I was a little shy to jump out onto the dance floor, not quite feeling up to it. But after a few glasses of wine, I warmed right up and was soon doing the electric slide with the rest of the drunks, HA!

Overall, I had a blast and was happy that everything worked out. It was my first time away from my baby girl since she’s been born and I’m thinking we should make a habit of getting a sitter and going out more often. I almost forgot what it was like to get out and have some real adult fun for the night!


Pinked Out: Not Quite Belle of the Ball

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Well, I’m officially losing my mind! Every February, my husband and I attend the Mayor’s Ball, and for some reason this year, it just slipped my mind! I’ve been extremely busy with family obligations lately, all while fighting a massive breast infection, so I can understand why I forgot, I’m just not happy about it. Let me explain…

The Mayor’s Ball is quite the event here in town, everyone spends oodles of money on gowns, heels, manicures, the works! So you would think I’d have my Sh*t together and be all set for the big night…right? WRONG! You can only imagine the look of shock on my face when my husband comes home last night and asks “So, are you excited to go to the ball this weekend?” I must have looked liked the Tasmanian devil inside my closet this morning throwing around gowns, heels and clutches from previous years searching for something that actually fit. If only my boobs were just 4 cup sizes smaller, I might not look like a porn star trying to fit in at a conservative ball…I swear, breastfeeding has turned me into a real life Betty Boop, and that’s NO JOKE!

To be quite honest, this is the first major event I’ve been to since I gave birth and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just a little bit nervous. I mean, there is going to be a lot of people there, and just the thought of me trying to squeeze into a gown and pretend that I don’t weigh 20 some odd pounds lbs. heavier than I did last year, well it’s going to be tough!

So I’m off to go scour the boutiques around here in hopes that I’ll find that perfect gown and pray that it fits in all the right places, hides the extra rolls of fat I’m carrying around and ultimately flattens my significantly larger chest, because I don’t have nearly enough time to get the darn thing altered.  This is what I ultimately have in mind…

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But in order for that to happen, I’m going to need a miracle to ready by Saturday night. I’m scrambling as it is to find someone to watch the baby while I get my nails done…Let’s just say it doesn’t look good. With my luck, I’ll be headed to the Ball with cracked, unpolished nails, my hair a tangled mess and a gown that is 4 sizes too small. Something tells me, I’ll look nothing like Cinderella! Wish me luck!