So, we were invited to a wedding last weekend, and we decided to make a night of it. Ooooooh yeah wedding wedding drinkies wedding.

We lined up babysitters for the munchkin (thank goodness for the in-laws), hydrated ourselves, and ensured that we got a good nights sleep (well, sort of) the night before. The wheels were in motion for an epic night out.

Now, because I rarely get to feel like a grown up, let alone a grown up WOMAN these days, I went all out.
I booked myself a spray tan, I painted my nails because that chipped broken patchy look is no longer in…apparently… and on the morning of the event, I even booked myself in to get my makeup done.

WELL. Naturally because we had this event coming up, our little one decided to get sick. He had been sick for a full week with a fever and teething, and the evening before the wedding he had broken out in red raw spots which as it turned out was a wee case of HFMD. Ew.

So we were doing our best to get through and still be excited about going out.

We were exhausted from having no sleep all week-long, and nervous about leaving our munchkin when he wasn’t feeling well, but since he was in such good hands with our in-laws, who love him and care for him as much as we do, we decided to still go and enjoy ourselves. And as I already mentioned, I really decided to make the most of it.

That morning, I somehow managed to style my hair better than I have ever styled it before. I mean it was a total fluke…I was barely paying attention to what I was doing. Instead I gave most of my attention to my son, trying to prevent him from leaping face first into the toilet bowl… I don’t know why he thinks that will remotely be a good idea, but he is obsessed with the toilet right now.

But, regardless, I pulled off the hairstyle of the century. It was spectacular…though a little fluffy. Lol.

And then I headed out to have my makeup professionally applied. I am pretty sure I fell asleep sitting up 3 minutes in and drooled over the poor makeup artists hands. Meh…**shrugs shoulders sheepishly**…I was paying her to make me look like I had gotten more than 20 minutes sleep all week so I figure I could drool wherever the hell I wanted to.

Those of you who get your makeup done professionally in one of those lovely chain locations will know that the best part about it is that you get to redeem the equivalent cost of your makeover in free makeup. Woo! Free Makeup! And apart from having someone turn me into a goddess during a nap, it’s that giving of the glorious free stuff that makes me so happy I could cry.
Oh…wait…maybe its just the fake eyelashes irritating my eyes that was making me cry… Anyhoo…

Then after I was all goddess’d up, my husband and I spent the next few hours fluffing about, taking care of our little one and preparing ourselves a little more for the wedding.
And by “preparing ourselves”, I actually mean cleaning our house. It was feral and embarrassing, and we didn’t want our in-laws to pick up on the disgusting state of the house that we raise our son in. In other words, we cleaned our house for our own self-preservation. And then we got dressed.

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The wedding ceremony was beautiful. It was tasteful. But I was freaking frozen.
My dress, although stunning, was made out of material that was essentially the same thickness as a tissue, and no matter how much mind control I was trying to use to make my body think it was at least 30 degrees, I still sat there and shivered like a wobbly Panna cotta.

When I wasn’t shivering, and drooling over the gorgeousness of the brides dress (it was STUNNING), I was continuously poking my husband in his right bicep to try and get him off his phone. I mean, we were in a damn CHURCH for goodness sake. I think Jesus was even possibly watching. Frick.

And then it was time for the reception.

Now, because we didn’t know anyone other than the bride and groom, we thought that the reception would be one of those awkward “we-don’t-know-anyone-oh-god-here-we-go-now-we-have-to-make-crappy-small-talk” kind of receptions.

But the bride and groom thoughtfully managed to group us with a table of people who we would get on with like a house on fire. People that we would click with so much that we would spend our night shouting obscenities across the table at each other whilst rolling around in fits of laughter. It was one big group love fest. And not in a creepy weird way. Well… maybe.

The food was lovely, and the alcohol was strong enough that one sniff of it almost tipped me over the edge. Actually, there is no almost about it… After two (bottomless) champagnes, I almost forgot my own name.
The dance floor was pumping and miraculously my husband actually DANCED with me, and even still after all of that excitement, we ended up at home all tucked up in bed by midnight.

Sigh. Perfect.

It was the perfect wedding, and the perfect grown up date night. If we ever acted like grownups.

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Have you had a nice grown up night out lately? Tell me all about it below, I would love to hear from you! xx

 

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