The Hangover (otherwise known as Mommy and Daddy are now cheap dates)

While my husband HAS been compared many times to Zach Galafianakis (when Scott grows his beard out), I'm not actually referring to the hit comedy.

Rather, I am referring to the way my head feels today. You see, my husband, Scott, turned FORTY last night. That's right, 40. He is officially super old. I on the other hand am 28 so I'll be young forever (haha).

In order to celebrate this momentous occasion without drawing undue attention (per his request), we got a sitter for the evening (thanks Beth and Big B!) and went to a fancy dinner out, which turned into a fancy dinner out during which a bottle of lovely red wine was consumed, and then an "after party" of sorts at a few local bars we love. Apparently, at 28 I am too dang old to stay up past 11 and drink more than 1 or 2 drinks because last night after returning home I felt like crap on wheels, and today I had a monster hangover. I kept going from feeling OK to feeling nauseous to hungry to dizzy to headachy to normal again. No thank you.

Here's the place we went went for dinner:

Skies in Kansas City. It's a bit on the cheesy side, but Scott had never been and really wanted to go, primarily for the awesome view.

 It's 40 stories up and revolves slowly while you eat so you get to see the whole city and watch the sunset. We ate a shrimp cocktail appetizer, filet mignons, a bottle of petite syrah, and a delicious piece of key lime cheesecake to share for dessert. It was awesome. I wore a really cute black dress that is now scandalously short due to a washing/drying incident (Scott--some things are not to be thrown in with everything else in the wash!). But Scott decided that he thought it looked hot in a 60's airline hostess kind of way. I wore it with black opaque tights and cute black heels, and wore my hair up in a mini bee-hive. Scott LOVED it, which was really all that mattered to me seeing as how it was his birthday and all.

After dinner, we stopped at The Cashew, a place we have been known to stumble into in the past. Every time we go, we use their photo booth and get snapshots of our night. I'll try to see if I can capture those and post them--they're pretty funny. We had one drink, then left to hit up another spot close by called the Czar Bar, where they were having some kind of glow in the dark burlesque bingo game. We felt like we were in Japan or something, which was pretty awesome. The girls had pink and green wigs on, fishnets, and balloons covering their bodies, and would hold up giant glow in the dark cards displaying the Bingo numbers as they were called. Lastly, we ended the night at our old stomping grounds--Grinders. Although, by this time I just wanted Sprite. We spent the last 45 minutes or so mutually gushing about Everleigh the way teenage girls squeal over some cute boy at a slumber party. What can I say? We're smitten.

After getting the signal from birthday boy that he had just had one of the best birthdays ever, we agreed it was time to get home and see our girl.

Next time, I'll probably switch to Sprite after 1 or 2 glasses of wine. But hey, your husband only turns 40 once, right? Love you Scotti! Thanks for being such an amazing, loving husband and father. You totally rock my socks, even if you ARE old.