Clay and I escaped for a much needed night out a couple weekends ago with our favorite couple. It was my first time wearing jeggings; I've barely taken them off since. How have I lived so long without them?
A self-portrait in the bar of a bathroom. Feel free to judge.
We went to a country bar. I had every attention of riding the mechinal bull that lives there. But I spent too much time loving on Clay. And making fun of the people who did ride the bull.
It was a great night filled with cocktails and laughs and jokes and Taco Bell. I'm sad I didn't ride the bull, though. Next time for sure.