It was a Sunshine Celebration (insert lisp)

It was dang near exhilarating when I broke the garage door free of it's frozen bonds and was ready to get all "Roxy Fireball" on this town. I put my face on. I put clean clothes on. (Well, semi-clean. I'd worn the jeans to dinner, but that's it, so pretty close to clean!) Full on makeup and clean hair. Even my manicure was a fresh one. My homies and I congregated, as we tend to do, around margaritas. We started at Casa Rita around 2:30. Our waiter was a sweet little 19 year old boy. It was his fourth day as a waiter. Sweet little thing seemed both thrilled and terrified to have us at his table. Can you imagine? 4th day and in walks Susan, Courtney and me. Susan promised him we'd be gentle. And so we were. His Indian name is HeWhoJacksupOrders; but we overlooked that, because we were together in clothes with lip gloss on thinking we were hilarious. Just try to tell us we weren't.

The sun came out and so did we. Tweet, tweet!

At 6 pm we checked the temperature because we still didn't believe it wasn't going to "get ugly". Well, it got ugly but it wasn't the weather. You see, at this juncture we knew we couldn't stray far from home because of those funny slick spots they keep pushing on the news. We made the choice to go to Down Under Pub, a.k.a. Frisco Disco. We were there before the band had even begun to set up so lots of time to "think about things".

We only heard the band's name once and don't remember it. They were really good! They did it all--rock, country, even some rap. So fun. And the crowds started coming in.

We are so happy!

Courtney had been inside so long that she needed a stretch before the dancing began.

Please do notice her boots, she might want you to see them.

Shout out to Sam the Cab Man (469-583-3014 Tell him Sara and friends sent ya)

This picture is my favorite because Susan looks scared. She went home not long after this was taken. Courtney and I were on our own. There are no pictures. We were busy.