my weekend

this past weekend i went to a wedding for one of my best friends back home.

thursday night was the bachelorette’s party and it, in itself, deserves some comments. the girls there were an odd mix. there were the cheap girls and the prudes. the prudes were all shocked when i gave the bride-to-be a lightup penis cup to drink out of as we went bar hopping. (i thought it was awesome.)  when i tried to embarass the bride and share embarassing, scandalous sex stories, the prudes spoke up wanting to share their lame goofy stories because none of them "top" what i was talking about. this is a bachelorette party people! they didn’t even want to take the bride to the strip club. what the hell.

the one good thing about the prudes was they were willing to help pay for the bachelorette’s dinner and drinks out. the cheap ones, on the other hand, were all about getting her smashed and having a good time. but they kept ordering her drinks, then not offering to pay for them. several times i ended up having to pay for drinks i did not order for my friend, and not cheap ones either.

one definitely fun part of the night was how awesomely fabulous the bachorlette and i looked . we both had on little black dresses that hugged our curves. and totally and completely out of character for this 5’10 girl, i borrowed the bachelorette’s 4inch black patten leather heels and rocked them all night long. it was fierce. i dd’d for her too (cause i’m an amazing friend) and did unfortunately waste my hottness on all those free drinks i was offered but had to pass up  .

mylove came up to my parents’ on friday with all of the puppies (including my baby girl who btw, i took to the vet today and she weighs almost 12lbs now). we spent the day doing augusta stuff. of course, for his sake, the first thing we did was eat at red robin. he’s obsessed and they don’t have one in athens. we went to kohls with my parents after that and then went home and all made dinner. i don’t think we did anything that night cept hang out with my parents and play with all the puppies (our 3, my parents’ 3 and my sister’s 1). i love when he comes home with me. i’m home and relaxed, basically on vacation, and he’s there with me to make it perfect. and everybody gets along so that just makes me like him more.

saturday went out to breakfast with my parents, took a nap and got ready. it was storming on the way to the ceremony so we got there like right as it started – literally she was walking down the isle as we sneaked a seat. i was really pissed off at the hotel. the ceremony was in this courtyard with a tent over it which would have been pretty except it was pooring down rain and thundering and lightening. you could barely hear the pastor because the rain was beating down on the tent. i thought that was really tacky of the hotel not to offer a plan b location. other then that, the ceremony was really nice and the bride looked beautiful. i would have been in tears at the whole fiasco, but she took it all in stride. as we went through the receiving line though, the prudes from the bachelorette party had the audacity to ask if we missed the wedding. so rude. pissed me off. all night rachel kept introducing / referring to me as her "best friend" so that was enought for me.

the reception was upstairs in a ballroom. the first thing i noticed was that in typical southern fasion, instead of having water, there were glasses of sweet tea at every table. mylove and i (neither of us like tea), were like, "uhhh…" the bride had told me that mylove and i were at her table (small wedding party) so it was really funny as we walked into the reception room and the prude (and now rude) girls called us over to sit with them. i kind of just ignored them and walked up to the head table. ha!

the reception itself was kind of a bust. the room and the decorations were pretty, and the food was really good. but it didn’t feel like a party. it was just a nice dinner. to each their own, but it was kind of boring . nobody announced the newly weds in, there was no dj, first dance, or even a dance floor for that matter. the only traditional thing they did was cut the cake. no bouquet or garder toss. they didn’t even have an open bar!

mylove and i were the best looking couple there (he was so handsome) and the two of us did have a lot of fun together though. we’re terrible about trash-talking together. and we both love to eat. he’s also really good at making small talk with anybody so that helped pass the time. in a freak coincedence, danny glover was in town for a family reunion and had taken the nicest suite in the hotel. so mylove and i snuck away during the reception and covered the "honeymoon suite" aka just a plain hotel room in fresh rose petals and votive candles . i’m a damn good friend.

as the party wound down, we spent some time in the bar outside of the ballroom. the hotel has a restaraunt there too and they had i think a guitar and saxophone playing out there (and it was cooler). at this point, mylove already had me completely in love with him for the night . he kept telling me how pretty i looked and kept talking about what "we" would do differently at "our" wedding. so i was already swooning. in the back of the bar, under the low lights, he grabbed me and started swaying with me. we had been complaining that there was no dancing at the reception so he wanted to dance with me now. i love the way his hand feels around my back, the way he takes the lead (figuratively and literally). i’m not normally one for pda, but i kissed him right then and there and felt those chills i always get with him as i brought my left foot up behind me. it was dreamy and picturesque.  he kept talking about how he wanted to "make love" to me and we were about to go use that honeymoon suite ourselves.

so it was a good night for me. and i’m happy for my friend.