The Night Of The Duck Face

Saturday night, on our way to downtown West Palm to meet with friends, I asked Huck if he would drive home. It was my turn to have “fun”.

We made it downtown before everyone, so we walked to Blind Monk for a beer. We split a 22oz Stone Coffee IPA. This was such a good beer!! Not the best beer to start off a night of drinking, though. I drank more of it than Huck and walked out with a slight buzz. Buzz at 6PM off first beer=Long Night!

No, I did not replace Huck. That is my husband. A hairless version of him anyways. Before meeting Huck, I thought facial hair was gross. Why would anyone want to kiss a man with a hairy face. Now, I’m like “I married a man! Grow that shit back!!!”

We met our friends at O’Sheas for a Kickball Reunion {Not our kickball team} and Birthday Celebrations. There are so many June birthdays in our group of friends here.

                         Huck enjoyed his water.

                                                                              I enjoyed my beers.

                                                              Who getting to drive his drunk wife home?

                                                                                             This guy!!

I was passed out as soon as we got to the car.

Yesterday was spent rehydrating and planning never to drink again.

I went through my phone Sunday morning to see what crazy pictures Huck took Saturday night. I didn’t have pockets, so he held on to my phone all night. As I was looking through, I noticed a reoccurring theme.

DUCK FACES!! And guys do them too!!

I’ll be back later with a recipe. I have a few beer recipes planned for the week.