Girl's Weekend

Okay, I mentioned that I was going to Boise, Idaho, for spring break, and I promised some pics. Here they are...
Last weekend, I flew to Boise in the tiniest airplane in America and it took maybe 45 minutes...maybe. Short flight and worth it, because I was going to see Cats and my friend Ashlee (aka Schlee).

Me and Schlee, Schlee and me :)

First, we checked into our hotel and got dressed up. The plan was to go to dinner, then to the play. Here, Ashlee and I are dressed and ready to go. Don't we look hot?

Ashlee brought along her friends Christina and Ellen. They look pretty hot, too.

Uh, oh. What is Schlee doing?

I guess she wasn't finished showing off her dress.

Downstairs in the lobby of the hotel, we decided to take a few more pics to document the occasion. I told the girls to "show me sexy" and instead they ended up looking possessed.
When I showed them the pic, they started laughing hysterically.

This time just smile, okay? That's much better.

Here we all are, ready for a night out on the town.

After driving around forever, and several failed attempts at finding a restaurant, we settled on a cheesy diner/pancake house. We were a little over-dressed, but it was more fun that way.

Here are Christina and Ellen.

Ashlee and I.

After some tasty brinner (that's breakfast at dinner time), we headed to the play 'Cats'.

The play SUCKED!!! It sucked so badly, we decided to leave at intermission. We went back to the hotel room to get ready to go dancing. Ashlee decided the theme for the night would be '80s, so we all put on our '80s gear. Here is a pic of me crimping Ashlee's hair. Remember crimping? So hot.

Thanks for taking our picture, Christina. We look 'rad'. Remember 'rad'? 'Awesome'.Here we are in our '80s suits. Don't we look... uh, what's another '80s term? Um, 'gnarly'? 'Phat'?

The club we went to had a live band doing cover songs from '80s rock bands. It was perfect. The band was called Pilot Error. Here is a pic they took and posted on their website: piloterror.net. Do you see us? There's me, Christina, Ashlee and Ellen 'partying like it's 1999'.

At the end of the night we got a pic with the band, but this random 'poser' chic jumped in the shot. 'Gag me with a spoon'. She's the 'hoser' in the long-sleeved black shirt next to the lead-singer who is below me.

Okay, enough with the '80s terminology. Saturday morning, Ashlee and Ellen decided they wanted to get tattoos. So, we drove to a small shop where the tattoo artist just happened to have a recently-opened spot in his schedule. Ashlee, you're first. She was a tattoo virgin, this was her very first. It was a special moment.

After watching Ashlee, Ellen wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with it...

But, she did. She was very brave.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a pic of Ashlee's cute little rump with the finished product, but here is a pic of Ellen's new tat. Nice work, and under 30 minutes.

After tats, we went to lunch at Olive Garden. Then it was time to say good-bye. The girls dropped me off at the airport where I boarded the same teeny, tiny airplane for the short trip home. Sooo worth the airfare, compared to 4+ hours alone in the car driving through boring, ol' Idaho.

*disclaimer: I suck at writing captions for pics, and I realize that I am not very clever. Hope it wasn't too dreadful. Thanks for reading :)