Yesterday Brandi and I met up with our friends Casey and Lindsey. We're sisters (Brandi and I), and they're sisters (Casey & Lindsey), and we're the same age (Lindsey and I), and they're the same age (Casey & Brandi). Makes sense? Okay good! We've all been friends since we were really, really little.
Brandi & Casey are the older sisters:

And me and Lindsey are the younger sisters:

Brandi and I had a little time to kill before we met up with Casey & Lindsey for lots of silly, girly fun, so we headed down to Galveston and visited the same ice cream shop we went to when we were little. It looked exactly the same!


Brandi got her icecream in a cup. (No Fun!) But I got lemon icecream in a cone. I forgot how fast you have to eat icecream when it's in a cone. You can't mess around.
Brandi thinks it's funny to take pictures of me like the one of the left:

I prefer the one on the right. I'm nice. I take pretty pictures of her!

I couldn't leave without buying something so I took home some taffy. (The same kind that the taffy guy threw at my head. I caught it. It was awesome. The catch and the taffy - both awesome.) I snacked on it all the way home today.
Okay - moving on!
Brandi needed to sing karaoke to fulfill one of her 30x30 List requirements. So we all planned on spending Saturday night belting it out and signing record deals. We were pretty sure that was gonna happen.
But first we had to get all stage-ready. We started with pedicures.


Just look at Lindsey! She's so high maintenance!
Then we decided that we wanted to look all glammed up so we went to Nordstrom and got our makeup done. It was such a good idea! None of us could have ever done our makeup like the girls at the makeup counters did. Good times. I only have pictures of the finished products because my makeup took the longest.

Then we had a little dinner, (actually, a lot of dinner. I did not just eat a little.) and headed on over to our final location for some karaoke!
We had to pick out our songs first. There were hundreds (possibly a thousand or more?) songs to choose from. But we already had an idea of what we wanted to sing.

(It is just so hard to get Lindsey excited about anything, as you can see.)
So we picked our songs, turned in our cards and waited. And waited and waited. While we waited, we were treated to the musical stylings of our peers at the karaoke bar. We really thought that most people who go to karaoke would be silly and awful (I mean awesome) like us. But no. Nobody else was. Some of them were pretty good, but they ALL thought they were! They just had no idea the treat they were in store for!
Me and Lindsey got a standing ovation with our version of "You Were Mine" by the Dixie Chicks. (They were standing right? Some of them were standing. Or was that guy just getting up to go the bathroom? Hard to say.)

Man we rocked it.
Then Brandi rocked out on another Dixie Chicks songs, "There's Your Trouble."

"You've been, seein' double with the...wrong one..." Then she signed some autographs and took pictures with her fans.
Lindsey and Casey picked out one that Lindsey has apparently been practicing for a long time. They chose "I Cross My Heart" from the George Strait songbook.

People danced while they sang. No joke!
We also all sang Miranda Lambert's "Kerosene" (aka I'm Givin' Up On Love) together, (there was a dance break involved) but we were all up on stage, so there are no pictures. I think it was our best one of the night.
All of this, by the way, was done totally sober. Not joking. We needed no liquid courage at all. We're just naturally gutsy, I guess. Naturally awesome.
A record producer chased us out into the parking lot and offered us a record deal, but we just told him, "Ya know, for us, it's all about the music. We don't want to sell out, so thanks, but no thanks!" He cried a little, but we stood firm and I think he respected us for it.
Can't wait 'til next time!