Bon Voyage Bonfire

My friends are awesome.  Let that be known.

Haruko and Charlie (mostly Haruko) planned a bonfire party as my going away party, which was last night.  I had way too much fun.  Seriously.  I started the party off early by heading straight over to Haruko's house after work with Lindsay in tow.

 I was going to go to the grocery store before her house to grab stuff for s'mores and ice, but I ended up having to change my clothes before going back out.  I had forgotten that I put my water on top of my car and started to drive out of the parking lot, windows down and sun roof open because it was warm outside.  Well, one of the security people driving around started honking at me, so I stopped.  And then my water came flying into the car through the sun roof and all over me and the dash.  "That's what I was trying to warn you about," says the security lady.

"Yeah, thanks," I say back, still in shock.

At least it was just water.

So I change clothes at Haruko's and Lindsay and I go get stuff.  When we get back Charlie is the only one at the house and he's about to leave.  I find out that Haruko has gone to Total Wine with Sam and will be back shortly.  Well, it's 5 by now and they're taking longer than expected.  Lindsay and I start taking jello shots. (Everyone at this party is over the legal drinking age, so everything that happened was legal.)

The way Haruko made them was not how you usually make jello shots.  Normally one would put half water and half whatever alcohol.  Haruko did a half cup of water and the rest vodka.  The jello shots were not jello flavored at all, no matter what color one you picked up.  They were vodka flavored.  And so were the vodka soaked gummy bears.  Those things were lethal.  You'd take one of either, be ok for the first few seconds, then start breathing heavily and making weird ninja moves with your arms.

Needless to say, by the time Haruko and Sam got back to the house Lindsay and I were toasty.  Then Sam made blowjob shots.  And after that we had mixed drinks.  We got a little silly.  I ended up with Mardi Gras beads, glowing plastic devil horns, a flashing light up ring, and a stick on mustache.

All before 7:30 PM.

We, and by we I mean Lindsay, made drunk cupcakes.  I tried to climb a tree in the back yard and scraped up my arms for it.  I got to see a bunch of my friends whom I haven't seen in months, which was great, and two of my coworkers (including my boss) showed up, which wasn't as awkward as I thought it'd be.  Although I was at the point where everything was funny and my speaking voice was set at "yelling," I must apologize if I was obnoxious.  Which I'm sure I was.

I got Lindsay to take me home though because she was sober, she drove right past my house to get home anyway, and I really wanted to sleep in my own bed.  I had just enough presence of mind before passing out to wash my face and text Sam that I made it home ok.

For some reason when I decide I'm going to partake in adult beverages I wake up at the ass crack of dawn the next morning.  When I did wake up around 7AM all I could think of was why I couldn't breathe, my eyes were crusty, and that I had to pee.  Closed my eyes again and got the spins.  Decided that I was still drunk and went back to sleep.

Lindsay picked me up and we went to our nail appointment where I recuperated.  After that we fetched my car and went up to Chattanooga.  She drove, I slept.  Had a consultation for her hair and makeup for her wedding this weekend, which looked beautiful, and the lady decided that she'd do my makeup too!

Good weekend for me.  =)

xoxo

Hen Party!!

One of those Netflix and nails kind of days today.

Last night was Lindsay's Hen Party, hosted by me, but it wasn't my best planned party.  I totally forgot all the penis related items you find at a bachelorette party, I forgot a sash and/or crown, and we missed the drag show at Blake's.  But she did have fun at Cheesecake Factory like she wanted, got lots of lingerie, and someone gifted her with penis pops.  Problem solved.  

Last night was also prom night for a lot of schools, apparently.  My dress was pretty, maybe a little young for me, but I don't look my age so I went with it.  Pretty strapless coral color with pale gold floral detailing with a sweetheart neckline, empire waist, fluffy skirt that ended at mid thigh.  Paired it with turquoise H-strap stilettos with rhinestones on the strap.  Top it off with  a pink clutch and turquoise nails and that's my outfit.  I got asked 4 times if I was going to prom.  No, but thank you for thinking I'm really young.  =)

Some people are just so tacky.  Really.  While we're waiting for our table we decided to sit outside so the rest of our group can find us.  Not 15 feet away is where the really really nice cars get parked for valet.  There are two Bugatti cars in a row and about 40 people standing around taking pictures of them.  You've never seen a Bugatti before?  I haven't, but all I did was look and think, "Wow, that's a really nice Italian car."  You are in Atlanta, land of hiphop moguls.  There are a lot of people with a lot of money in Atlanta.  Please, show some restraint.

Here endeth my rant.

Our waiter was funny, and tried to humor us.  It seemed like everyone and their mom decided to have their birthday at Cheesecake Factory.  We asked him if they had a song for lingerie parties, and if not, could he make one up?  There was much build up, and then no delivery.  What a tease.  But I think he put just straight lemon vodka with the tiniest bit of lemon juice in our lemon drop shots, so that made up for it.

Atlanta is famous for a lot of things, one of those things being drag queens.  Blake's On The Park does drag shows on a regular basis so that's where Lindsay wanted to go.  When I called to ask about the show, the guy just said that they start around 11 and nothing else.  Not how long they go or if there's more than one person doing it, just that it's standing room only (like any good bar usually is).  Someone in our group has been to this particular place before and said that they last a while so we didn't need to rush out of dinner to get to the bar.  We get there at 12 and the show's been over for about an hour.  Sad face.

To make up for it I plied Lindsay with booze.  I watched the bartender make my drinks and I kid you not, he put in just enough cranberry to give it the slightest pink color, the rest was straight vodka.  A couple people came up and asked if we were with a party or something, since we were 6 straight girls in a gay bar.  Everyone was very nice and gave Lindsay congratulations, and no one cared if I bumped into them while dancing. Whoever told us the drinks were strong was not joking.

 There was only one person who got bitchy.  "Why are you here?  You're straight."  Because it's a public venue and I know there will be no douche bags hitting on us.  It went on from there, but I stopped caring after that opening line.

We did see one friend of ours there for his birthday and he gave Lindsay a lap dance.  Good times.

Lindsay kept saying she couldn't feel her buzz from the drinks I kept handing her.  Then she stood up.  Haha!   It's a good thing she took her heels off and put on flats to walk back to my car because she couldn't walk a straight line.  Then she drunk dialed her fiance.  

Over all, it was a good night.

xoxo