I was already a little out of my comfort zone.
Manis. Pedis. Fashion magazines.
I decided to play my "I'm not going to be the mom that tells my teenager 'no' to every single toxic and/or superficial thing" card. Do you ever play that card? I hope if I relax about this sort of stuff once in a while, she's more likely to understand where I'm coming from the other 90% of time (and she does, she's a pretty reasonable kid). This is not an exact science friends, but it's the plan I'm working with for now.
So yes, two girlfriends... a little 'spa' time. Complete with airbrushed supermodels and pirates.
Who knew we'd be walking into a pirate party?? I must remember to stop back and see how they do this place up for Halloween!
(I really do like that mohawk guy in the window though.)