-and not a moment too soon

that's what i'm talking about.
remember my whining 3 posts ago about not getting to go out?
well i made up for it.
damn right.
my lovely husband walked in the door at 8pm.
i walked out of the door at 8:02pm.
yes, i missed him but i was really going super crazy from the
single parent for 2 weeks stint.
crazy i say.
so when the opportunity presented itself-
(aka- daddy's home and he's the best/cheapest babysitter)
i flew that coupe like the cabin fevered chicken i was.
we've all been there. right?

and while brandon was trying to apply lotion to his sunburned back with both baby monitors cranked- staring at the empty pillow beside him, i was "de-stressing".

for starters, sushi at kona grill makes you feel like an adult.
it's ucky and so far from mac and cheese. i clapped when the waiter brought it.

the seaweed salad got a standing o.

the main ingredient to a non-momsy night:
priscilla and her green nail polish and cotton/patent leather ensemble.

and lastly-
i needed to dance.
this 31 year old needed some way to work off the week of living in snot crusted t-shirts and broke down flip flops. i need to sweat, act like an idiot and make priscilla laugh.

and just when i started thinking to myself
"i wonder if brandon would let me do this every saturday night?"
i stood behind this guy in line:

and all of those conclusions i came to about being too old/cool for scottsdale's nightclub scene
were reaffirmed simply by smelling the gallon of bad cologne on this guy's douchey bed sheet button down.

PS- we stopped in anthropologie before dinner.