Don't drink in a hot tub, no seriously don't

I made the cardinal error the other night. I drank in hot tub. I know you're not supposed to but who's thinking of that when they are half liquored up and getting into a hot tub?

I had a very busy weekend acting as the Maid of Honor for my best friend since the 8th grade. Things started on Friday morning with a dress fitting, followed by a bridal shower. Saturday brought the rehearsal, a final dress fitting and the rehearsal dinner. And the wedding was on Sunday so I had hair in the morning, then pictures and then the actual ceremony and reception.

I was already exhausted (and sober). Then I added alcohol and eventually a hot tub and whoa momma! (no but seriously my momma did have to take care of me because I was so hungover I was about to puking all day and felt dizzy when I stood up.)

The wedding was beautiful. I had a gorgeous dress and my hair ended up looking amazing. The bride was stunning and it couldn't have been a more delightful ceremony. Short and sweet. (literally it was very sweet because they had lovely things to say about each other) I got to see a lot of people I haven't seen in years and do a little flirting with a guy I went to high school with that was one of the groomsmen. By the way, just for the record, he got HOT. I have no idea when that happened but HOLY CRAP! That was fun. There was some minor hot tub gropage (until I had to excuse myself to go pray to the porcelain goddess.....super hot, I know)

All in all a great weeknd. Full, exhausting, but wonderful.

How was everyone else's?

An Update

Whew........it's been awhile. I hope you all didn't miss me too much.

Well, I missed all of you, really.

That gorgeous dress I was so excited to wear to the wedding in So.Cal? Yeah, it didn't fit when it came. Yet another reason I get pissed that a majority of plus size women are shuffled to the internet to buy clothes. You never know if it's going to fit! I ended up getting an "it will do" dress at the last minute. I liked it okay, but I wasn't all too excited about it, so I kept the tags on and returned it when I got back. BOO-YAH.

Through a series of drama filled events (which are not even worth going into here) one of the bridesmaids did not show up. So I was the pinch hitter bridesmaid. Awesome. I got to be one of the first in the dinner buffet, so that was nice.

Speaking of weddings (which is all I will be speaking of for the next few months, gah) I hosted a bachelorette party this weekend. We had a BLAST. Me (maid of honor) and the bride went wine tasting in the afternoon and gnoshed on some goat cheese and olives. We had a nice dinner with a few other girls and then of course we had to deck her out in a "Future Mrs." tshirt and a bridal veil and make her do a list of dares on her back. All in all it was a fabulous night. The only downside was that one of the gentlman that we used for a party game (One of the girls rolled the dice and had to "do a shot with a nerdy guy") approached me later, asked me to dance and asked for my number. Because of a mixture of shock(regardless of whether you believe me or not, that never happens to me) and distraction (that night was about HER, not ME) I gave it to him even though I wasn't remotely interested. He then proceeded to follow me around all night (halfway to the bathroom) stare at me while I danced or walked around the bar with the bride, try to hold my hand and text message me twice and leave me a voicemail. All before he left the bar that night. I got myself a stalker, but the bride had fun and that's what it's about.*

Rewinding back to Thursday night...
I went on a "radio cruise". I realize many of you probably don't know what this is so I will tell you. A local radio station will sponsor a cruise on a nearby lake and the tickets are only around 8 bucks but you get a 3 hour ride around a GORGEOUS lake. You also have access to lots of booze. You have to buy your own but it seems like no big deal cause you only paid 8 bucks to get on the boat. Me and my friends got a little too drunk and I was the recipient of a life milestone on my drive home.
My friend puked in my car.
Somehow I had avoided this all through college but I believe it is some sort of rite of passage, and no matter when it has to happen, it will. Good times. Not really.

I think that's the end of Monday's post. I am in a wedding this Sunday so I'll probably have lots of embarassing things to report after that. Stay tuned.




*On a side note I did get the phone number of a guy I WAS interested in and he told me to call him sunday to perhaps go out to some comedy, and when I called him he never answered nor did he call me back. So..........that whole dating thing is still lame.