inspiration monday: diplomat

the inspiration

lauren conrad

megan bird

blouse ~ thrifted

jeans ~ hand-me-down from my sister

shoes, headband ~ Target

necklaces ~ vintage, thrifted, and gift from erin

earrings ~ F21

nora bird

shirt~ vintage, thrifted

jeans~ Target

booties~ Heartbreaker

every year some friends and i go to this amazing johnny cash tribute at a local bar. we always have fun, but it seems like every year we have a funny story to tell about the drunk, and sometimes belligerent people in the bar. last year, some drunk girl was mad because my friend's hair was in her way.

we always get there pretty early, and the women of the group always make our way to the front so we can see all of the bands up close. this year was no different. now, i am well aware that shows, especially ones in smaller bars, will be crowded, and you have to expect a few bumps and knocks here and there. sometimes i am the bumper and knocker, and i always make sure to say excuse me if i am the offender. but then there are those people, you know the ones...the ones who think they are entitled to be up front, and also entitled to have a two-foot radius around themselves, and you'd better make sure you don't ever touch them when you're dancing. 

there were two women like that on friday. they snaked their way to the front, which is fine...the more the merrier, enjoy the show. but then one decided that i was in her way. me, who had been there for two hours already. so she started purposefully banging her butt into me. this was no accidental bumping...it was hard and meant to push me away. now, one, have you seen my butt? there is no bumping that out of the way...even if you push as hard as you can. and two, i am very stubborn, so without being rude, i planted my feet and made sure she couldn't "butt" me out of my spot.

about five minutes into her smacking my backside, i decided to try a different approach. i turned to her, touched her sparkly sweater and said, "i love your sweater, you look so pretty tonight." and the butt thumping stopped. 

you catch more flies with honey, i guess!!

xoxo,
two birds