boot straps

oh nashville, how i love thee.  more than nashville i love my girl friends.  when you add the two together i'd say you get a pretty unbeatable combination.  this past weekend a small group of girls went a few hours south on a mini-getaway.  we ate, shopped, laughed until our stomachs ached, and line-danced the night away.  we met strangers, sang, barely slept & saw the sites.

{i promise my dress is longer than it appears..i'm not just wearing a shirt...jules}

my precious friend jenna already did a lil recap of the weekend {HERE} so i'd hate to just double up...check it out.  this is jenna...

she's buying boots from mike, the boot salesman.  he was very nice and we thought that sweet jenna and nashville mike might hit it off.  i'm obviously cheering with delight.

jenna did a great summary but she did fail to mention one vital detail.  we almost died in an elevator.  like 12 year old kids we had pushed all the buttons in a sketchy sketch parking garage elevator because we weren't sure what floor we needed to stop at.  we eventually found the correct level, two girls got out and the rest of us waited in the elevator.  we pushed some more buttons and...lo & behold the cart was moving but the door was not opening...10 girls trapped in an elevator.  it was hilarious.  needless to say... i am now typing on a computer and in fact, did not perish in our brush with death.  it opened about 45 seconds later {where further hilarity ensued - i must censor the next 90 seconds from blogland...}  

the entire 36 hour adventure was perfection.

{all of these pics were stolen from my friends...i didn't take one single pic myself}