Our weekend in Kentucky was so fantastic that we are already planning the next one. Yep, it looks like I am going to ConFab, Baby! Yay!
Thursday after work my cousin, Re (Twinkle Twat), and my coworker, Cinderella, jumped into my SUV and we headed to Kentucky. The drive was going well until about Cincinnati when we decided that we simply had to see the Hofbrauhaus in the area. It was midnight and we still had about 80 miles to go on the drive to Lexington, but since Re works at the one in Pittsburgh we were simply too curious to pass it up. The girls had one beer, I had one water. As soon as we got on the road the gentle hum of the engine made both Re and Cinderella pass the fuck out. Not sure how, but I managed to stay awake enough to get us to the gorgeous home of Turnbaby and Fab. Wasn’t long after that we all hit the sack.
Friday brought a tasty breakfast and the Maker’s Mark Mile. Even the rain couldn’t dampen our spirits. Especially when there was so much bourbon to consume. And incredibly beautiful bartenders (I may have told one that my shoes were sexy, he may have said not as sexy as his and I might have said that his shoes would look even better under my bed. While sober. Wheee!). The ponies ran around in circles, we drank bourbon and made friends. All around great day.
Me, Re and Cinderella 
We went to the party thrown by Maker’s Mark, but there were entirely too many people there so we left and headed to Shamrock’s, a cute little bar that is across the street from the hotel I stayed in last year. Fab and Turn were all lovey dovey (seems that is what newlyweds do) and my crew was all drunk (seems that is what we do).
Saturday we decided not to make our annual trek to the Maker’s Mark distillery so that we would have more time to all get tattoos together and to make a trip to the heaven on earth known as the Liquor Barn. Pennsylvania is a very controlling state when it comes to alcohol and nothing like the Liquor Barn is available around here. At the register I crossed my fingers that I would stay under $200 and I did! Yay!
My kind of shopping! 
Newlyweds were still squishy and cute. 
The Liquor Barn was the only place I remembered to be “artistic” with my camera. hehe
Totally counts!
Even with hundreds of dollars worth of booze in the back of the vehicle we stayed sober and headed to Tattoo Charlie’s. They aren’t the friendliest and are a little overpriced, plus the wait was crazy so we headed a block down to the Lucky Lady tattoo parlor. They were incredibly nice and we got a much better vibe from the place so we hunkered down for the next four plus hours. Fortunately we had Pringles, chocolate covered macadamia nuts, water, pop and various snacks to sustain us. All four females got tattoos, Fabby pussed out. I mean we ran out of time. Although I can’t help but give Fab shit for not getting inked, I give him loads of credit for being supportive of Turn.
I didn’t get the love at Lucky Lady’s. Instead every damn one of those fuckers made fun of the faces I made. Some even took photos for their Facebook photo albums. sigh
Afterward we decided to stay in and party at home instead of going out. It was terrific fun and a night full of laughter. Sweet tea vodka and shots of Barenjager had me so very happy that I forgot to take pictures. Until it was pretty damn late. Then these types of images were captured.
Still lovey dovey 
I may have crashed earlier than I wanted to, but I had to drive home on Sunday. Somebody had to. Those two stupid bitches that I traveled with couldn’t stay up on the drive home.
Bad, bad blogger Becky. I started this little slice of the Internet pie a year ago. OVER a year ago. Yep, I missed my blog’s birthday. Woops.
On March 9, 2008 I wrote my first big girl post here at the Cliff. It was an explanation of this site’s name and the post flew out from my fingers faster than any other post I have ever written. Most of you have read it, but if you haven’t, please do. Click HERE.
This place has grown to be so special for me. I am grateful for Jester who provides the hosting service and who did all of the design work (I gave him a few parameters and he went above and beyond my dreams for this place!). Years ago he was explaining what a blog is and why someone would want to have one, today I have met some of my favorite people through this place and theirs. He deserves all the credit for creating the blogging addicted monster that I have become. Thanks, Jester!
The best part about having the Cliff are the friends I have made. Not just in the computer friends, but friends. Some I was able to put skin on and others I haven’t, but there are some really fucking incredible and supportive people who wouldn’t be in my life if it weren’t for the Internet. I am grateful for them and can’t even imagine my life without them.
Love you guys. Happy belated my blog’s birthday.
A dear friend of mine, you have seen him in my comments as Donnie, is a good, hardworking man who is always in my corner with a supportive word. My life is better because he is in it. We met because our companies do business together and quickly became friends. He is a good dood.
Just so happens that Donnie was born on this day many moons ago. I racked my brain to think of a good gift for him and then it hit me…his birthday falls on a Thursday so gift him with my rack.
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Happy, happy birthday, Donnie Van Donnie. You are loved. And appreciated.
(For more HNT fun, head over to where it all started!)
Thursday I ran away to Chicago with a friend. Her 1st birthday was Sunday and since I ran to Florida (and South Carolina and Georgia) for Britt and Adam’s birthdays, K asked me to head to Illinois with her. Yep, The Windy City. In the winter. Of course I immediately said yes.
Problem was, I was still fighting bronchitis. And she was just coming down with a cold. So, ummm, the timing? Could have been a little better. Yet somehow we had a good trip. And I have a lot of stories. But unfortunately I don’t have the time to tell them. So quick overview.
I almost missed my flight. To avoid that I had to park in short term, over $20 a fucking day, parking.
But, I made that damn flight. Which then couldn’t land because of “weather” in Chicago. Then we started to run out of fuel with all the circling. So we went to Indianapolis. Not even kidding. Here is how happy passengers were with the refueling process…
And how much I didn’t care, coz I was just happy to be safe…
With flowers awaiting me when I finally got to the hotel. Sure, they were at the front desk, but since daises are my favorites, I say they were for me. (Don’t even tell me differently! Not listening! lalala)
Crys was already in the city and ready for an adult beverage, so after I took a quick photo of my room, out the door I went.
Awesome little Thai restaurant awaited us.
As did an incredible woman.
After lots of tasty food (holy moly, was it delicious!) we went for more drinks. In order to get to more booze we had to huddle in the rain for a cab.
Then a bunch of stuff happened and I will regale you with stories at another time. Just know that the night sort of ended with my last photo being taken when I had to pee. Seems I was drunk enough to think that a brick wall in a bathroom across from the toilet was cool.
Wait. The night didn’t end there. But this post ends here.
My incredible cousin was born on this day, 37 years ago. My Mom used to tell me I was such good friends with Jane because there was a time (or two??) when Mom breastfed her niece while babysitting. Seems I was barely a year old and still nursing so Mom had the ability to satisfy a hungry Jane.
While I am a Pittsburgh girl, my little tumbleweed cousin moves around a bunch. These days she is back in Florida. I don’t get to see her nearly often enough. That is quite the shame because in addition to being smart and funny, Janie is one of the coolest people I know.
Happy birthday, Jane. Know that I always have your back and I would run in your gang anytime.
I love you! And I am so thankful you were born!
Ok internet. I need your help. Looking through photos that Britt has taken over the past few days and checking out the images I have captured…well, let us just acknowledge that I am not a great photographer. In fact, I really don’t have a photographer’s eye. And I am cool with that. But, I am curious as to whether or not you like either of these photos (and if so, which do you prefer?). Be honest, I can take it. (Thanks for the help in making me a better photographer!)
I call this “Full plate of boiled peanuts”
I call this “close up of bald peanuts” 
After you tell me your thoughts, I will tell you who took which photo and with what camera. I might also share a photo or two of Britt trying these bald peanuts for the first time. Funny faces. Especially after she accidentally threw peanuts out the second story window onto folks walking past. True story.
P.S. I managed to get a few decent photos at Adam’s birthday “all we can eat meat” celebration, but those will have to arrive another day. Maybe the video also will show up. Not sure.
Today is Adam Avitable‘s birthday. Britt and I made sure to return to Orlando from her Savannah and Charleston birthday adventure in time to celebrate Adam. Not exactly sure how going for “all we can eat meat” celebrates Adam the way “run away to a few new cities” celebrates Britt, but we are going for it.
All I know is that I adore Adam too much to sing to him, so rest assured, there will be no Marilyn Monroe style performances of Happy Birthday from me. I might, however, get drunk and sit in his lap. Or, ya know, ask his wife if I may lick his nipples.
Happy, happy birthday, Adam. You are so very loved!
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