Black Eyes After the Black Eyed Peas Concert

 

I rarely wear makeup these days.
When you are home all day caring for seven children, the last thing you feel
like doing is painting your face with some MAC.
No thanks.
Au Natural is fine by me.
And, luckily, the kids don’t seem to mind.

Every once in a blue moon, however, the occasional outing will entice me to
paint some on.
I mean, I better try to look somewhat like a normal human being when
faced with the possibility of interacting with actual adults.
And what better than the Black Eyed Peas concert to give me the energy boost
I needed to, not only blow dry my hair, but straighten it with my stellar new flat iron,
AND then put on actual makeup.
The kind real people wear everyday.

My sister Maggie and I.
Ready to dance fist pump all night long.

I love stealing my sister Haley’s not looking shots.

My sister Adie surprised her husband Meade with the concert tickets for his
birthday.
He may or may not be in love with Fergie. Just sayin’.

Steve and I excited for a night out without kids!

Maggie and Haley were each other’s date for the evening, since they were sans 
significant others.
Boo.
I love this picture of them, which is another one that I swiped from Haley.

A sister shot before the action.

Here they are!
They came up from underground.
 

Fergalicious.
So close to us!

Having a blast.
And don’t worry, the flat ironed hair went up as I started to sweat like a sloth
from my sweet dance skills.
AKA: a head-banging and fist pumping extravaganza.

 

Maggie and Ads fist pumping.

I Gotta Feeling.

Finale of confetti.
So.Much.Fun……

Until I woke up the next morning with some Black Eyed Pea Black Eyes (BEPBE)!
Wowsers. Steve thought he woke up next to a raccoon.

Note to my non-wearing makeup self:
Really make sure to scrub off the thick black eye liner a little better
before hitting the sack.

The. End.