bff nail painting, diet coke, and chocolate.
that's what girl's night's are made of.
there's nothing more annoying than a story filled with inside jokes and strings of thought that don't make sense to anyone but your immediate circle, so i'm not going to tell you everything that went on when i gathered
HOLLY
{ms. private}
together for, what has been so obnoxiously dubbed, GNO.
i will tell you, though, that the only place we went "out" was to beto's for some drive-thru, mcdonald's for diet cokes, and walgreens for vicodin reese's peanut butter cups.
dang. inside joke.
we did it all in our pajamas.
we painted nails.
the three married girls tried to have the kind of "girl talk" that instantly curled me in the fetal position...
until i remembered it was my house, my rules.
... so we talked about home decor instead.
there were a few dance moves.
and an in depth conversation about the real housewives of every county.
they ate candy while i baked in the kitchen.
we talked {celebrity} crushes...
and then entire girl's night was made official, thanks to holly, with two words:
"zac efron"
girl's night in: success.
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