We had planned a trip to Key West, but with all the mommies and babies and classes and work, it became more hectic than fun to plan. So, thankfully, the ladies have stepped up to the plate and are planning something for next weekend. Next Saturday. We’ll be leaving around 10 I think. We’re going to Orlando. That’s all I know.
Oh, and they told me not to buy anything to wear.
What?!?
I was so looking forward to shopping for a cute dress, heels, jewelry . . . I so rarely go out that I wanted some cute-overkill. But the ladies say no. I asked “shoes?” “jeans?” . . . the answer was “Go buy a new swimsuit and coverup; get yourself a tan.” That’s all they’ll give me.
So, I pack for a night with no idea what’s in store – and fear, lots and lots of fear. I am not one of those condom-wearing, obnoxious penis-straw-sipping girls so I hope that’s not what’s planned (is it? IS IT? Or, as Maria says, “Um, that’s kinda how it works.”). . . But, I’ll let go and have fun and take whatever they think will be awesomely exciting and unforgettable.
This is the 3rd ’surprise’ party they’ve planned for me – my 30th being the first and my baby shower the second – and they are fantastic party planners. So I know that we’ll have a great time and all get drunk and dance and be crazy together. I’m excited.
Because really? I have, like, the BEST FRIENDS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I do. Thank you guys.
(We’ll miss you, Laura. Wish you could make it.)
And you can thank me for not making you drop $200 on a bridesmaid dress, matching shoes and of course jewelry, hair and makeup. (Even though all of that is kinda fun.) We’ll spend it all next weekend, I’m sure – but the memories will be worth far more than a crappy dress.
