Were in NOLA for our good friend George’s dirty thirty and have successfully completed the Red Dress Run, which turned out to be less of a run and more of an awesome. That’s right, AN awesome. It’s a thing now. Here is a picture with our new friend, Token. Doesn’t Ryan look purty in that polka dot dress? So many old women thought so.
2 nights down and I feel like I’m the one turning 30 – every muscle in my body is sore. What the heck? Maybe it has something to do with wearing wedges, riding a mechanical bull, worm competitions, or hours of intense dance offs. Are you supposed to stretch before doing these things once you hit the mid twenties? Speaking of/I just remembered, I’m turning taawinty six next-ish week and I get to choose any European country to celebrate in. Which country would you choose?
Alright, gotta get back to the streets. Peace!