Thanks to everyone who helped us celebrate, we had an amazing time!
I just wanted to drop a note and say that I'll be out of town for the next few weeks, so if you have any OnSugar issues, please just drop a note to help@onsugar.com. I'll fill you on more of my ceremony and honeymoon details when I return. Until then, check out a pic of our cake!
Adios!
In addition to the museum outing, Friday was also the night of my hen night. My pal Cindy (along with my sister Samshrew) set it up, and I'm seriously glad they called it a hen night. Granted, in some cultures a bachelorette party is generally called a hen night, but to me the phrase bachelorette party sounds like a gross outing. Calling it a hen night makes it seem better.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude, but I just think Girls Gone Wild sort of outings involving pin the sperm on the penis and other awful "risque" gags are just really tacky. No offense to those of you have actually played pin the sperm. I mean, I've been to a few of these, and they always end up being a blast. And everyone gets drunk and happy, and all is well. It's just not me.
Luckily my gals know this. They know it's not me, and provided me with a fun evening of pedicures (thanks Annie!), tasty food (who knew corn with cheese could be so delicious?), drinking (like i said they know me), a silly veil (thanks to crafty Angelica) and karaoke, lots and lots of karaoke. Like an entire private room of karaoke. Complete with some random guy who almost stripped for us. Thankfully, he did not. Although it would have been a pretty good story if he had.
Now for a highlight from the evening. Actually, brace yourself, there's some serious out-of-tunage drunken screaming about to happen.
Another round of woolite and soft bristle toothbrushes has taken the stain out. I'm sure there's still a trace, but I can't find it in the daylight. If you do see it, please just keep it to yourself. Thanks.
As I mentioned before, I am getting married soon. I am trying really hard not to be one of those gals who end up talking about their wedding all the time. So far so good, although I must admit I have had several moments where it happens despite my best efforts.
Anyways, yesterday I went to my final dress-fitting/time to pick the dress up. I have never been a wedding kind of a gal, and never had a dream dress. Having said that, this dress is a dream. It's vintage, and has been altered to fit me perfectly. It's gone from being a gigantic choir robe, to a beautiful dress just for me.
After my fitting I took it home, and now it's a beautiful dress just for me, with a beautiful non-matching water-stain from where I had to clean a portion from where I got car tire grease on it from taking it out of the vehicle and into the house. I had to travel 10 feet. WTF?
No one's going to notice, it's minor. But I know and that's frustrating enough. And well, now you know, so I'm sure you'll point it out to me.
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