It’s My Party

Or is it?

So…38 days. That sure isn’t much time, considering it feels like just yesterday I was sitting at home in mid January wondering about origami guys. Fortunately, most everything is rolling in more or less the right direction, we think. OK, you know, damnit I forgot to go to the brew pub and see about getting a keg of beer while out for walkies at lunch. Most likely the “dojo not being open” shiny got me all distracted so I just up and forgot. At least the block of hotel rooms we reserved for out of towners is still there.

Heh, I just ordered beer. Isn’t that cool? Arbor Brewing Company will be providing us with their extra yummy Red Snapper Special Bitter (very tasty) and all I had to do was call them up and wala! Beer! You want to know something pathetically sad? My phone book is under my desk so because I am such a Cheeto butt and was way too lazy to bend over and retrieve the book from it’s hidey hole I Googled “arbor brewing company” and gambled that they would have a website (which they do) with a phone number (which it does). Just doing my part to contribute to the Lazy American mythos.

What was I getting at? Right, the parties. The boys have everything arranged and poor TheMan is being kidnapped on the 24th and shown a good time. The soon to be Mrs. Q just has three simple rules about that.

1. The boys are not allowed to have the bachelor party the night before the wedding. So far, so good.

2. No one touches the live goods but me (and TheMan because…well, you know. *ahem*).

3. I don’t want to have to end up being called to the hospital in the middle of the night due to any sort of alcohol poisoning related issues.

Other than that, have at it. I think these are pretty reasonable demands. I also think I need to restate them just for the record. See, the last party these particular batch of boys were in charge of resulted in one groom sick-as– dog drunk for an entire week (all over the new carpeting) and minus his underwear. The funny thing is that the stripper never did take off his pants or touch him inappropriately to take off the undies (I’ve been told). He must have been druuu-uunk and…ow! Yeah, Mrs. No Pants Groom still hasn’t forgiven the boys for that one. I think it has been 3 or 4 years.

But that is TheMan’s party. I don’t have a bachelorette party planned because going to strip clubs for expensive drinks and half naked guys (or all naked – but I’m not sure they do that do they?) is just so not my cup of tea. Meh, whatever. I’d have zero fun and the point of a party is to have fun. So I was thinking of doing my own thing and having a girls night in. I figure all us girls who have been left behind can stay at home, eat lasagna or pizza or what have you, drink mixed drinks of choice and watch some movies. I think it sounds like a load of fun and I might even host. Maybe I can persuade one of the other ladies who has a more people friendly house to host, but I am all for making dinner. And drinks! Mmmmm, drinks.

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