fried chicken date night — hello sunshine

i have been working my tooshy to the cheeks to fit into these mid-rise (GASP!) jeans. then i go and eat my weight in fake fried chicken.

but i mean COME ON. you say faux fried chicken and josh and i will flock to you. bock bock! the restaurant, sweet chick is just a hop skip from our place. we thought best to walk there and burn as many calories as possible before consuming probably way too many.

yea that was probably just me.

i got the nashville sliders with corn esquite and this RIDICULOUS in the best way kimchi coleslaw. all i kept thinking was thank god for all of my BBG workouts and WTH was i thinking wearing these jeans. meanwhile josh was the picture of a happy texan.

after dinner we took a stroll down fairfax (more calories to burn), checking out shops we'd never take the boys into and found the raddest art gallery. it smelled like cinnamon and old jazz music was playing. i felt like i was in paris.

this date was going well!