If you follow me on Twitter, you knew I was all over the frickin' place this weekend in the Malibu.
On Friday night, my friend Katie and I escaped the boys and had a dinner out together even though they all said "we aren't staying out all night." While they didn't stay out all night, I ended up getting home the same time as the BF.
On Saturday, I had to drive back to my hometown of Amherst to pick up my mom for my cousin's wedding shower. Because of our Mexican adventure vacation, I'll be missing the wedding but sipping on several umbrella drinks with friends.
After the shower and some quality time with my parents, I drove back to the Cleveland to meet the BF to then drive an hour east to go to an outdoor reception. I was hoping the rain would hold but there was no such luck. When we arrived, they had tents (yay!) and I only managed to get rained on a little bit versus the torrential downpour that everyone else got caught in before the sides of the tents were up.
We left there to head to the mojito party back in Cleveland. (Told you we did a lot of driving.) My friends have heard about the Malibu and begging me to take it over to them, so a few of them were able to see a night time preview of it.
Are you tired yet? Me too.
I had been looking forward to Sunday all day because it was the ONLY day we could go to the Feast. Ever since I've moved to the east side, I'm been going with the BF for the past four years. I didn't capture many photos because A) it was hot and B) I was sweating profusely walking up and down the hill and C) it was ridiculously hot.
We were there long enough to grab fried dough (oh, how delicious), strombolis and a gyro and walk back up the hill. I'm pretty sure we were in and out in 30 minutes to come back home, shower and eat all the delicious and greasy food.
malibu-ing according to the Flip
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