Back with a Vengeance

Ok friends, apparently, I am feeling a little wild today. True that I am wearing a zebra striped cardigan (not so wild, I'll admit, but my addiction to them is uncontrollable) and my hair is in a side pony (definitely wild, but really just didn't want to curl the hair) and the sass in my normal attitude is just radiating from my body. Do I ever have a funny for you.

This past weekend was my "little sister" 's (pardon my sorority speak) wedding shower where we played hilarious games, snacked on delish quiche and frozen fruit cups and drank mimosas and bloody Mary's until we could barely legally drive home. Perfect noon hour so far, right? I am seriously so excited for my little to marry the man of her dreams. They are perfect for each other in every way. Fun-loving, hilarious, caring, sentimental and sweet cover most of their attributes, but anyone who knows them could go on for hours about this math made in Heaven. So a little pre-wedding celebration is just the ticket for this chilly February day. Enter the early surprise Bachelorette party.

Problem #1, little's real little sister isn't 21. Answer: fake ID. Now, listen, I am not condoning the use of a fake ID by a minor, but in this case hell, she's not my daughter and her mom is with us so more power to her! The really funny part comes when I tell you who's ID she has. So, I ask her what her name is and she responds with a name that could be pronounced a few different ways but I thought it sounded fishy. She hands me the ID and....Oh gawd. I know the girl. And she is kind of nuts. And she happens to be my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend who kind of harassed me. She would be the one to give away her old ID!!! And, with as often as she frequented the bar scene, I'm surprised the bouncers at the bars didn't turn little's sister away stating that she was not who she claimed to be. I really find this more hilarious than anything and so the rest of the night, "she who shall not be named" and I pretended like we were fighting over "The Ex". I can't wait to tell my friends about this one.

That's right, the Bachelorette is in 3 weeks, but little's fantastically awesome mom thought, "hey, let's do one tonight, too!" YES. The group of ladies that hit the town to celebrate these pending nuptials was dynamite. Picture the bachelorette party from Mamma Mia! Ok, ok, so we didn't have Greece as a backdrop and we were shivering in the cold weather rather than sweating in the heat, but still....we rocked the bars like it was our bizzzzness.

The night continued with fishbowls, asking the band if we could make an announcement (I was not drunk when I did that, either, stone-cold sober...awesome) pitchers of Elk Creek Water (don't ask the ingredients, you may not drink it) one car running out of gas and having to call in a fiance to bring a canister of gasoline, dancing and of course, karaoke. A few women power ballads and a wedding tune later, and we were spent. Going out with "seasoned partiers" as I like the call the women of our upbringing, really wears you out. I slept in on Sunday and am sure to be recovered by the time I do it all over again.

Bring it on, Bachelorette, we are ready.