No pink flamingos in the pool.
No DJ's passed out in the yard...
Instead my bestie Lauren and I had dinner with my seesta,
a sweats & pajama night (so excuse the gross hair... it was warranted),
the comfiest couch like ever,
big bowls of bread pudding & ice cream,
and Breakfast at Tiffany's, which we watched for about eight minutes before watching last week's episode of Glee... not that we don't love Breakfast at Tiffany's, but because I was dying to see SJP sing.
Solid night.
