It just took me WAY too long to type those words up there in the title line, and I’m pretty hungover. I asked Lala why I was so hungover, since I didn’t drink that much last night. She said, "It’s because you drank a LOT." Welp, don’t remember that part so well, but she’s probably right.
It was our bachelorette party! Yay! If you didn’t get invited, it’s not our fault! We didn’t have to plan it! Christy and Bethany planned EVERYTHING and I think that’s one of the bachelorettes’ party’s best features. The brides don’t have to do sh*t but show up. And drink, apparently.
I did use the evening as a trial run for my wedding makeup. I figured it’s probably not the best idea to wear false eyelashes for the very first time on your wedding day. I could just imagine being allergic to the glue or something. MAN, are those things hard to get on. But look: aren’t they fun?
The first part of the evening was at Christy’s fabulous pad, where we
had cocktails and little teeny wonderful sammiches and nice cheese.
Stuff like that. Yummy, yummy. Fun people. Martinis. Good times.
Isn’t she dapper?
There were knitters! (And a shy Won-ju.) I didn’t even bring knitting. Can you imagine?
And so it begins.
Accosted by Rachael’s camera. Who could ask for more?
Celia serenaded us with a beeeyoootiful western yodel.
Smush-face. This might be my favorite picture all night.
So we ate and drank and laughed and talked and sang, and that was just the beginning. We piled into cars and went into the City to Encore, our favorite little karaoke bar in the world. I was tired as we were driving over, and I wondered if I would find more energy once we got there (I hate it when you’re so out of it that you try to type once starting with a W). But I found MUSIC, people. That’s what I needed.
Camilla and Joni tore it up. Whitesnake never looked so good.
The sisters! Both have FABULOUS voices which they put to excellent use.
I think I thought that was in focus last night.
Me and Mike Shut-In. I heart Mike.
Oh, it was brought, all right.
He never should have said that about Dwight Yoakam.
I don’t actually remember there being food there, so I don’t know what that is….. (No, wait! It’s coming back! There was cheese, I think, and taquito-looking things. Oh, I hope I didn’t eat any of the taquitos….)
Caught! (I love this shot.)
I went a little Crazy, too. (Oh, Patsy…..)
Lala, apparently, was Bewitched. (And bothered and bewildered, for those keeping score.)
Best party ever. To have a planner like Christy plan all this out, and then just to show up and be feted, that was the best.
Of course, today, this is what I look like.
Heh. Now I’m going back to bed.
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