Weekend Recap, posted midweek. Leave me alone, it's been a rough couple of days.

This past weekend was a fun-filled extravaganza filled with bridal showers, bachelorette parties, drag queens, a whole lot of alcohol, kick-ass friends, freaky near-encounters with people from The Internet, and very little sleep.  My calendar says it's Wednesday, but my brain says DURRRRRR.

So, let's just pretend it's cool to post a weekend recap on a Wednesday, and while we're at it, let's also just pretend that I've been posting more often than twice a week.  Thanks, that would be great.

Anyway!  Weekend recap!  It was crazy, let me tell you.

On Friday night, my friend Jenny (there was a time when I decided to use fake names for all of my real life friends, but now I can't remember what all those names were, so... yeah) arrived at my house so that we could wake up in the pre-dawn hours on Saturday and drive to a SURPRISE bridal shower for our mutual friend's bridal shower.  In New Jersey.  I thought we should leave at 6am, but Jenny thought it would be fine to leave at 6:45 or later.  I reminded her that we would need to be stopping somewhere for breakfast and we should budget in some time for that, and she responded NOT TO WORRY, I brought granola bars.  I clarified that for me, breakfast means COFFEE and we would need to be stopping for my COFFEE.  The moral of the story is, we stopped for COFFEE and we still made it to NJ in time to stop at our friend's house to change out of our pajamas (PLEASE, as if we were going to drive 3.5 hours in the wee hours of the morning in our cute little dresses), and run my trusty flat iron that I've only used two other times through our hair.  We arrived at the shower, we stayed awake at the shower (thanks to more COFFEE) and then we headed into NYC to prepare for the real fun: the surprise bachelorette party.

This is my first time being a bridesmaid, and this was my first real bachelorette party (I have been to one other bachelorette party, technically, but since it involved going to crappy bars in PowerPlantLive! that even college sophomores are too cool for, I don't really think that counts).  There was a full agenda for the evening, and since we'd gotten up at 5:30am, we did the only sensible thing: started pounding back Mike's Hard Iced Teas while we decorated the hotel room with giant inflatable penises and pin-the-macho-on-the-man and waited for the Bride-to-Be to arrive.  Oh, and we changed into our matching tank tops, because everyone knows that it's not a real bachelorette party without matching tank tops.

Have I mentioned that I don't drink much anymore?  And that I had three Mike's Hard Lemonades before we left the hotel room?  And that I hadn't slept much the night before?  By the time we were ready to leave the hotel, I was feeling mighty good about life.

We ventured out into the city at large, and I had almost forgotten how much I love New York. 

There's just something magical about it. 

I mean, where else can you find sidewalk art like this:

Artist: Me, Medium: Broken pieces of a candy necklace and my foot, Text: "Clippy" (Bride-to-Be's nickname), as if you couldn't tell, Inspiration: Many, many Mike's Hard Iced Teas on an empty stomach.

We soldiered through a drag show that left me horrified and delighted, five bars, skeeball, a video game where I proved to be a kick-ass duck shooter (thanks to hundreds of hours of Nintendo Duck Hunt in my youth, I'm guessing).  During the evening, we ran into an old friend that one of the other bridesmaids used to work with AND a random person from high school.  New York is a big city, but it's a small world. 

And as if that weren't enough, on Monday I got a comment from LSass joking that she'd seen a crew of bachelorettes at the corner of Avenue B and 6th wearing matching tank tops on Saturday night, hahaha, maybe it was you.  I immediately pulled up the Google Map I'd made of our pub-crawling route and saw that we had been exactly at that corner, and I emailed Laurel a picture of our outfits, because NO WAY.  That's just not possible, right?

Oh, it's possible.  NYC is one freaky place sometimes.

The night and the weekend overall were just a blast.  I loved every sleep-deprived minute of laughing hysterically with the best friends in the world over a Chili's commercial for honey-dipped chicken (you had to be there), cheering our bachelorette to victory in a lap dance contest (again... sort of had to be there), ordering pizza at 3am and then sending it back because it was mangled, and driving on the New Jersey Turnpike the next morning suffering the effects of having been awake for nearly 48 hours and having consumed a wee bit of alcohol. 

Yes, I just said I enjoyed driving on the Turnpike.  Obviously there were a few brain cell casualties this weekend as well.

Comments

[Laurel]

I'm glad that I spied you having such a great time! I'm due for some girl time myself, I think. Even without the matching outfits.

[alyndabear]

That looks awesome - and you are so busy that I am exhausted!

[Nap Queen]

FUN!!!! I can't believe LSass saw you out. That is nuts.

[Jemima]

Wait, Nintendo makes a duck hunting video game? I'm from SC, how did I not know about this?

Sounds awesome. I love seeing NY through a haze of inflatable penises and malt liquor. No...seriously.

[elise]

Arrrghh, I NEED GIRL TIME! In NYC, if at all possible.

That looks sooo fun. Glad you had a good time. And yes, matching tank tops make you feel invincible :)

[Kiraa]

I'm jealous you were so CLOSE to Lsass!

[angela]

And what did I do this past weekend? Um, I think I worked on coding a website, because nothing says "whoo hoo it's Saturday night" like sitting on the couch with a laptop, trying to do something I don't really know how to do.

[Lindsey]

I love those pictures! What a fun weekend! I still can't believe Laurel saw you! She so should have stopped and yelled out your name...you know, just in case.

I don't drink very often anymore either, so yeah, 3 drinks would have just about done it for me too!