Charming the pants off everyone in Charm City

Happy Monday little ones. Hope you all had a great weekend. I think I did.

I am going to do my best to recap the weekends festivities, but to be honest it's all a little blurry so this post will be as much a surprise to me as it is to you.

Friday night I went to Target after work as I like to do at least three times  a week. You just never know what you may find there. I bought myself a pair of purple pants for a steal of $12.99. Are you outta your mind?

Target was followed by zumba, a short run and then dinner. Over dinner manfriend and I decided we should spend Saturday night in Baltimore so we booked a hotel and spent the rest of the evening watching TV and thinking thoughts of Charm City.

Saturday I woke up early, cleaned the house, and went to spin class for the first time. I survived but barely. That shit is hard man. After getting dressed in my purple pants we set out on the two hour road trip to Baltimore.

It's one of my favorite cities so I was a pretty happy camper the whole ride. We first headed to Federal Hill which is a very cute neighborhood. We went there because they have a pet store I like and I wanted a new decorative poop bag holder for Fred's leash. I got the holder, then we took Fred on a nice long walk.

Next, we checked into our hotel. They had free cookies in the lobby so I fed Fred about five of them, while people gave me strange looks.

After checking in we caught a cab and went to the Baltimore Museum of Art. The collection was way more impressive than I imagined, and I already can't wait to go back. Plus they had these giant pink statues you could sit on so I was thrilled.

Our cab ride to the museum was less than thrilling however. We walked out front of the hotel and the bellman escorted us to a big ass black Denali SUV. You know the type politicians ride around in. At first I was excited because the driver was wearing a suit and I felt all fancy and shit. Then we took off and discovered he had no clue where he was going. I told him the street address and he could not spell so entering it into his GPS was a bit of a process. He was also blaring I love Jesus music the whole time. I forgot to mention this was an un-metered cab. Naturally he royally ripped us off and I chewed him out. I am always keeping it classy you guys.

The whole weekend was right up Fred's alley. He loves to travel and thoroughly enjoys any chance to sleep on a king sized bed.

I tried to be a real girl since we were in the big city and all, so I decided my purple pants should be dressed up with some black boots and this sweet vintage purse I bought a while back. I was feelin fine and we made our way out to Fell's Point which is a real wild bar heavy area of the city.

At this point I had had a salad with a dab of low fat dressing and a coffee so I felt quite saucy after just one craft beer at manfriend's favorite beer bar. Naturally I had 3 or 4 more. We made best friends with our neighbors at the bar and they bought us fireball shots like good little gentleman.

I am not one to toot my own horn, but I am pretty certain both those men were in love with my purple pants. I'm a charming girl when I drink, it's not my fault. Manfriend was getting hungry so we parted ways with our new friends and went across the street to another bar. Here I had about 4 bites of salad and 5 or 6 mussels. I am not much of an eater when I am drinking. 

We met up with some old pals of manfriends and I had several more beers and a shot or two as we bar crawled. My memory gets a little blurry here, I know there was one bar I was not allowed into because I was "leaning" and that is about it. I am told i was a bit of a handful, but I find that hard to believe.

All I know is I woke up in the hotel having no recollection of getting home and feeling way better than I should have. I took Fred across the street to the dog park where I met a few nice Baltimorians and their pups. 

I came back and manfriend was up so we checked out and went to Whole Foods to get groceries for the week. In the middle of nowhere where I live we do not have trendy grocery stores. This is not ideal for someone with an affinity for overpriced hippie food such as myself, so anytime I find myself in a 20 mile radius of Trader Joes or Whole Foods I jump at the chance.

I was still pretty drunk when we got there, which many of my friends back home refer to as an "Erin Morning". I seem to wake up drunk quite a lot, which I much prefer to waking up hungover.

I managed to spend $91 on some green beans, a jar of salsa, and a few ravioli. Ok, so I got a few more veggies, but jeeze Louise I almost threw up in my mouth when the cashier told me the total. I guess it would have been organic puke though so it's all good.

We followed our expensive grocery trip with a delicious brunch at a cute little waterfront spot, we sat outside so Fred could come too. It made me want to move to a city real bad, because I really like bringing Fred everywhere I go. He likes it too.

When we got back home, my car started acting a fool, so manfriend and our buddy fixed it for me while I played referee to Fred and our buddy's dog.

Hope you all had a good weekend.