When we realized we were the only people there under the age of 50, we decided it was time to change venues, but certainly not before busting out to a sub-par cover of Madonna's, "Material Girl."
Much to our surprise, West 6th Street was pretty much dead. Kyle then explained that Thursday was the new Friday, Friday was like a Tuesday, and Saturday was still, well, Saturday. Sigh, staying on top of the social scene is such a chore.
There was still plenty of action to keep us entertained. We found the most enjoyment out of a pack of girls who, from what I can gather, only came out to take pictures of each other. My fav chica of the bunch is the below, "BOOTYLICIOUS."
Wherrrre do you find jeans like this? Did she make them? More power to her.
This how I really felt about her wardrobe choice.
Kelly and I did our best to imitate their sexy picture poses. Successful.
Saturday we set out on a furniture hunt with K&K, searching everywhere from Pottery Barn to a consignment shop. Jon and I were looking specifically for a painted media console to match our new TV which is set to arrive this week!
We found one piece that was close to what we wanted, but perhaps a little too distressed.
The store, Nadeau, was amazing though and all of the pieces in the showroom came from India.
Our partners were a little more successful in their hunt. They ended up with a beautiful rug on sale from Pottery Barn.
It's sooo soft, like a 9'x5' sweater.
Saturday evening we went to our first neighborhood potluck. I didn't get any pictures, I'm just not ready to reveal my blogging-habit to the new neighbors yet. I quite enjoyed the large age-range found on our block, and our ability to all get along over a couple of Michelob Ultras. Between the group, we've got stories from Iraq, Vietnam, and WWII covered.
Sunday we ventured into the thriving metropolis of Georgetown to check out the library. Per my grandmother's suggestion, I picked up some decorating books to peruse for home ideas.
Paula-help a sister out.
I also found this gem in the "For Sale" section.
Luckily, Jon said we already have his issued etiquette book from West Point.
Here's the antique version. We found it in a town-square shop. I guess manners have always been a big deal.
Post Georgetown excursion, I communicated with my parents about their upcoming visit. They will be here in less than a week! My Dad has been craving some live music, so I asked him via text if he wanted to go see Wade Bowen at Midnight Rodeo in South Austin next Saturday. Wade Bowen is the artist who wrote our wedding song, "Who I Am." I immediately received a phone call in response to my text - my father wanted to make sure he wasn't actually committing himself to a....rodeo...at midnight. I put his fears to rest by explaining it was merely a questionable honky-tonk, no live bull-riding included, and we would be home and in bed at a decent hour.
We plan to polish off the evening with some mini-chicken pies made by Jon's grandmother and transported all the way back from North Carolina, a true delicacy!
Until Wedding Wednesday....All My Love,
Jessica
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