Random Thoughts From A Weekend
February 27, 2006
I went to the bridal shower on Saturday for my niece, where there was no nudity involved. At least none of which I was aware.
I realized at the party that I am thankful I have no female friends close enough that I would ever have to throw a party like this for them. I would totally suck at this type of thing. Games to play? I think I have expressed my feelings about games enough. It just wouldn’t occur to me to buy a BRIDE bingo game or play a musical present game.
And then there was a trivia game about cake. I should have done better at it since I love cake. But it was a deceptively tricky game, deceptive because it was so easy and I was overthinking the entire thing. I thought those sorts of things ended once your kids hit second grade. But I guess not.
It would never have even entered my mind to buy helium balloons to decorate with, for the same reason. And don’t even get me started on the adorable little mint container party favors that her friend made by herself. I would be a failure at this sort of thing, and everyone should be thankful that I am not their best friend also.
But now, if I ever make a friend and have to throw her a bridal shower, I am ready. Though I think I will do things my own way. Much more alcohol consumption would be required.
Pin The Penis On The Groom- a variation of the pin the tail on the donkey game. Only instead of being blindfolded and having to spin around three times, you have to do three shots of tequila. This will render the blindfold unnecessary.
And serve pasta salad made from these,
I am going to hand out random party favors like kazoos. Simply because I would think it was funny.
Quotes from the day:
i) Shortly after my niece asked me who some old woman was at the party that neither of us recognized. My niece was accosted by the woman and crushed into her overflowing uni-bosom.
My niece said to her, “Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you in so long.”
Which prompted me to say, “It has been so long in fact, that I have no idea who the hell you are. Are you sure you are at the right party?” But she didn’t hear me. All the old people there were slightly deaf, slightly senile, and slightly tipsy from their half glass of pink wine.
A fact that was never more apparent than during the game portion of the party, where I had plenty of time to ruminate on the fact that my children are made of the same genetic material.
ii) Then as it was time to leave, Rob’s aunt asked me for a plastic bag. I told her I didn’t have a plastic bag. Then she said, “Well can’t you get one?”
Thinking she might be slightly confused I said, “I don’t live here.”
To which she responded, “Aren’t you the help?”
No, but thank you for remembering me. I guess it is payback for not remembering the other aunt. Also, I am rethinking the outfit I chose to wear.
In keeping with the random theme:
I was wearing my new black leather high heeled boots, and thought they were very hott (with two t’s such was their hottness) and then I fell off of them. One minute I was standing there and the next I just fell, almost like a strong gust of wind blew me over. You know if a gale force hurricane gust came blowing through the house. I hurt my knee and was hobbled. And the limping in the new black leather high heeled boots, so NOT hott.
This prompted my husband to ask yesterday, “Does your incessant complaining make your knee feel better?” With sympathy like that, how could it not.
The bride to be with my sister in law who refuses to be photographed. I am not sure I can adequately explain how annoying that is.
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