colbs and i hadn’t seen each other since new year’s eve eve (and it was just one measly night) and we just couldn’t take it any longer. so we planned a last minute trip for a springtime weekend together in phoenix.
it was even better than the itinerary could have planned.
we started the weekend with the mountain mcdowell music festival and despite our attempt to be grown-ups and have a relaxing saturday afternoon poolside (swear), the minute another girlfriend texted that the W Scottsdale had a cabana waiting with our name on it, our mellow day turned into a full blown scene from spring break ’04.
i blame the “colby-style” pitchers of muddled strawberry lemonade for our antics. as the sun began to set on the hotel’s rooftop pool scene, we continued onto an old town scottsdale hotspot for dancing on booths (& bouncers) before being picked up by my dear husband who had a box of wheat thins and three bottles of water waiting in the car. and before we even had to ask, ting was calling in our papa john’s order. there were two pizzas, garlic butter and breadsticks – ya know, to be “healthy” and not eat cheese. ha.
my most favorite part? that looong after i had called it a night, d and colby stayed up, snacked & hung out. and then the next morning, colbs and ashton crawled into our bed to recap the night, laugh, look at pics and fill me in on what i missed. it was just like the ‘ole days. happiness.
conservative my ass. yes, as a guy walked by our daybed he said, “oh, there are those conservative girls”
— dad, aren’t you proud?
we quickly removed “the lid” (a sheet) from our daybed to let the sunshine in!
all for a day: ashton was fancy & i had two pseudo sisters.
…and the sun begins to set.
“how’d you get this prime real estate?” asked a group of college kids. #weknowpeople (love you, steph!)
look who we bumped into! miss carlyn.
doubles all around. #notmuchhaschanged
unce. unce. unce.
that moment when colbs and i found ashton getting her hair teased & styled by the bathroom attendant.
spring break hair, don’t care.