Remember that one Time?

By Molly Bice-Jackson - 3:39 PM

Remember that one time you went to Wes and Rachael's house to chill like usual? You went in your sweats with no makeup on, that's just how you roll. 
But when you got there, Rachael informed you that her mother was quite ill and wouldn't be able to use her ticket to the Sundance Film Festival that night. Remember?
So while the men-folk watched Lord of the Rings (honestly, Rachael and I married the same man but in two different bodies), you got all gussied up. Curled your hair, traded makeup secrets and primped like you were readying yourself for a highschool victory dance. The works. Then you drove together in Rachael's car to your house so you could change out of your pjs just in time to make it to the movie. 

Remember how it was the perfect plan? And don't forget how you and Vic were in a huge argument (also a regular occurrence right before going to Wes and Rachael's house...don't know why. Maybe because you subconsciously know you'll be able to vent anything and everything to your PCBF when you get there). 

Oh, ya. You drove in Rachael's car and did not bring the garage door opener with you from your Subaru. Keys? No sir. You purposely carry nothing with you when you don't have a baby in tow. Just for the sake of being able to do so. 

Luckily, you are wearing your hearty moccasin boots and you tromp through the six feet of snow in your yard to the backdoor. Locked. 

It looks like we're going to an award-winning Sundance film in our pajamas, folks. 

Plan #2. 

The outlet mall is on the way to the Eccles Center. Luckily, your wallet is in your coat pocket. Remember how Rachael pulled up right in front of the GAP and yelled at you to get your Supermarket Sweep on? So you grab a pair of skinny jeans, button up white shirt and darling vest, without even looking at prices, giving orders to the sales lady about what sizes you need, and make your way out the door and into the car in 3 minutes. 

You change your clothes while you drive, laughing like you are in college again, and make it to the theatre in record time to get fabulous seats. 

Remember how fun that was? Me too. Let's do it again sometime. 

The movie? 
And you did love it like crazy because it was phenomenal.





Don't forget how you had to keep all the tags tucked in 'just so' in order to be able to return everything the next day. Yes, yes you did.


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  1. Could not love this post any more!

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  2. This post makes me want to almost-pee my pants again...because that's what I almost did on the drive to Eccles. Amazing. Let's PLEASE do it again soon! P.S. Your Like Crazy link is broken. -Rach

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  3. I about died at that last sentence. You are hilarious...and darling...and so real:) I love your blog!

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  4. Love it! And that is just one more reason why you are so great!

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  5. I absolutely love reading your blog, I have for over 2 years now...and I think we would be great friends. You are hilarious- I can always count on you for a laugh. We actually know a lot of the same people. My brother was close friends with your bro-in-law, PJ. (and i might have had a major crush on him back in the day... just maybe though:) and I grew up with the Annie Boothe, well all of the Boothes. Anyways-- We should be friends. Cause.. Well we would have fun. I have a blog, but it's private- if you're on FB, we could be in touch there. It's Jennalyn Durfey Wright, and then I can send an invite. :) Hope to talk soon!

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  6. I smiled the whole way through this post! Thanks!

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  7. This post made me smile on a really crappy day! Loved it!

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  8. That is hilarious! I'm glad you had a fun night, and it sounds like it was a good night to have a fun night!

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  9. classic. that is all I have to say :)

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  10. My friends did that with clothes they bought to shoot their engagement pictures. I don't think I could ever pull that off, though . . . I sweat too much.

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