Girl Time

Yesterday went something like this:

I picked up this beauty from the airport around noon. Harlow absolutely loves her as you can see. Although he gets a little confused when I talk to her because my "Lola voice" is the same as my "Harlow voice" it turns out.

We went to a new restaurant in my neighborhood called Applebees. Jk, it's called Standard Market Grill. It was really good, but not nearly as fun as Applebees.


I had the best chicken tortilla soup and ahi tuna salad. Although I'd probably eat bark if it had ahi tuna on it (and a little bit of dressing.)



There may have also been some champagne. And yes, as you can see I got extra fancy and even curled my hair. Typically during the week I don't wear makeup or even blow-dry my hair, so it was nice to feel like a girl again. I should do it more often.


Lola was thrilled to be at lunch with just the girls. She apparently has had a long couple of weeks at the office and was really looking forward to getting away for a few days. She really gets after the bottle hard, if you know what I mean.


So we had a few toasts in honor of Lola's first trip to Chicago.


Then she and I had a talk about why her big brother is being so ornery as of late. I made her promise me to never go through the terrible-twos, she can save that for the terrible twenty-twos.


And after we had a very nice stranger take a photo of the three of us we walked a few blocks down the street to my favorite little French restaurant, Mon Ami Gabi.


Because it was a gorgeous evening, we were able to sit outside- which was perfect because Mon Ami has a wonderful little patio that sits right across from the park.



We had some seafood and some dirty martinis. I don't love dirty martinis yet, but I'm trying, damn it. I do, however, love the blue cheese olives that come with a dirty.


And then Grizzly Adams joined us for a drink or two. I wish this photo wasn't so dark so you can see the lovely beard Chris is growing. He said forget Beardvember, he's getting a jump on it and going for Beardtober. I don't hate it.


And there's a little photo overload for you. Happy hump day! *And just for the record, Grizzly Adams did have a beard.


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