I didn’t prepare, guys! I had no idea I would be doing the MMP, but I’m impatient at best, so you all get treated to an overly flowery description of what I did this weekend, because rosie made me take over.
The beautiful thing about a bachelorette party is that the whole objective is to get the bride-to-be drunk and have her embarrass herself. Saturday night, the bride needed no help from us. Three-fourths of her wedding party is visibly pregnant, so we had guaranteed designated drivers. We were at a small comedy club and while waiting for the show to start, another bachelorette party came in. It was like the Jets and the Sharks. There could have been a rumble. Instead, two drunk brides realized they were getting married on the same day, and they became friends. The other bride, however, had a party veil that lit up, and our bride was jealous. I was, too. I wanted that light-up veil, but my roommate has promised me one for my own bachelorette party, whenever that may be. The bride was reprimanded by the club manager for heckling the headlining comic–but he sucked, so none of us felt bad about it.
Sunday was House Cleaning Day. And I actually cleaned, I didn’t just move stuff from place to place. And then I made mead. For those of you who don’t know, mead is an eventually-alcoholic beverage made from water, honey, and whatever else you feel like throwing in there. Mika, if you’re not allergic to strawberries, I’ll have to make sure you get some of the stuff I bottled yesterday. Aged six weeks and smelling decently alcoholic, it’ll only get stronger as it sits. But yesterday I made grape mead, and tonight I’m thinking about trying it out with peppermint, to serve at Christmas time.
So, that was the lamest MMP ever, but I’m okay with that.
That wasn’t lame at all Drae! The bachelorette story was great!
I’m starting to freak out over the impending trip to Mpls and the three - 3! - interviews on Thursday. A city I’ve never been to, flying there from an airport I’ve never been to, trying not to get lost and trying to stay confident enough to handle all three interviews. Yeah, that’s enough to stress anyone out!
Weekend was good. Dinner with **Mika **and her SO on Friday which was great. I’m sorry we’re not going to be staying here because **KeithT **and I really enjoy hanging out with Mika and her SO. (Do we have an online nickname for him, Mika?)
Other than that a pretty quiet weekend. **KeithT **is here until tomorrow morning so I’m all spiffed up for him even though I’m at work - nice knee-length business skirt, blouse, and heels. I think he liked what he saw before I left for work and I expect to be properly greeted when I get home. Because you all need a little TMI first thing on a Monday morning!
Wow, I can’t believe I’m number three to post in the MMP and I’m on the West Coast!
That was a good OP Drae. I enjoyed it. Strangely enough, even though I was drinking at my bachelorette party, I was not the one who got drunk and embarrassed herself. One of my friends “lost” her shoes and was crawling under the table looking for them. She walked all over the bar and the bathroom looking for them. I think she did find them in the bathroom. God, that was such a long time ago! The hubby and I have been married for 20 years now.
Apparently, my mother is feeling somewhat “mortal”. Last night she came over and told me she wanted my sister and I to go to her house and start listing out stuff we would like if she passes on. I was all :dubious: :dubious: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
I really don’t care about inheriting anything and I told her so. She was rather shocked. I told her there were only two things I’d even be remotely interested in: a piece of artwork and a very antique coffee service. Turns out the sister wants the coffee service too. I told my mother the reason I wanted it was so I could pass it to my daughter. But, I told my mother, if my sister is going to get all bothered by it, she can have it.
As for the rest of the stuff, I really don’t care. I told her she should live well while she can and not worry about leaving stuff for us.
I am most sincere in this. I saw what all squabbling was like when my mother’s father passed on, and a few years ago her mother. I didn’t get squat, even though there was stuff I was supposed to receive from my Opa. Seems one of his sons took it and sold it. Whatever.
When my grandparents on my father’s side passed on, I didn’t want, expect or really get anything either. I did receive a china doll and something else my grandmother had made, but that was it. Again, I didn’t expect, want, or care about any of it.
oh, right, like I held a gun to your head. :rolleyes:
The last bachlorette party I went to also involved a comedy club, but the bride to be did not want to be singled out, so we sat off to the side. I, however, made a point of talking to the MC comic afterwards because he’d said something about preferring BBWs over skinny-ninnies. I got a date out of it, but that’s as far as it went.
Fast forward 6 years to today, and she has declared she no longer wants to be married (yes, that same couple I mentioned Saturday)
Am off to work out (envy me my hard body!) and then sit at home waiting for the measuring guy to come and measure my…kitchen.
Thanks for the MMP–good job, Draelin
Spring done sprung here, so might be outside all afternoon instead of with the Cool Kids…
I don’t think so. Some people attach their memories to “things”, and other people are just content to have the memories. Of course, I never think anybody’s weird for feeling any way, because I think we should all be allowed to feel whatever we feel. More of my hippie-pagan psychobabble.
My grandmother started talking recently about who gets what when she passes on. The woman’s eighty-five years old and still in great shape, but she likes to think ahead. As it turns out, she has promised her wedding china to her three oldest granddaughters separately, but I’m okay if somebody else gets it. (Even though, as the oldest, it should be mine if it’s going to be anybody’s.) I don’t care what my plates look like.
Our bride chatted with at least two of the comics before the show started, and actually asked them to make fun of her. I believe she even offered to show one her boobs, which was when we started to try to convince her to eat dinner. :rolleyes:
Oh, and in the interest of humor, I should mention that when I told my roommate I wanted the light-up veil like the other bride had on Saturday night, one of the other drunken celebrants turned to me and said “You want it? I’ll rip it off her head right now. I can get it for you.”
Nice MMP, Drae, especially since it was on such short notice. I’d be very interested in trying some of your mead as well, if I can. Just think how strong it’ll be by the time I get home again in late May.
Last night I spent 12+ hours working on a special pullout section for the student newspaper. Ugh.
Don’t have much time right now, so I’ll just leave you all with, in honor of my Jewish background, the first Passover Food of the Day …
Spatsella, you’re Jewish?
You know all those Matzohs and gefilte fish and ubersweet wine everyone consumes this time of year? Those are my cousins! Well, the orignal Manischewitzs are, I think they sold the company a few years back.
Public drunkenness, how shameful! I’d never do such a thing. It’s unbecoming. Disgraceful, just disgraceful!
I’m home because I’m sick. I think. I’m all stuffy and sniffly. I’m not fevery so maybe it’s just really bad allergies. Anyways, I feel like I’m in a fog so I decided it’d be best to stay home. I do have a meeting tonight that I really need to go to, so if’n I’m less foggier I will.
It’s really beautiful outside. Sunny and mild. I wish I was out in it but I started sneezing when I went out on my porch a while ago, so I’m thinking it is allergies. There be pollinatin’ goin’ on. Maybe I need more Benadryl.[sup]TM[/sup]
At my bachelorette I just flirted and danced. There was a concerted effort to get me drunk, but I avoided it.
I should leave for work, but I want to stay home and reread The Dispossessed. When I get to work I know the first six hours will be chat, chat, chat, because of who’s working. On one hand, it means not doing much. On the other, I can only listen to so many cat stories.
Oh! I just remembered- one of my coworkers, who’s very nice, pretty, naive, and also a cat lady in training, has a recently neutered kitten. He’s recently started humping random objects like shoes. She (being really paranoid and easily freaked out) started to worry about the behaviour. She desired advice. So last week while at the public library she googled
cat humping.
And was shocked, shocked, at the horrible smutty stuff that turned up! She never imagined that anyone would think of all the horrible porn that she managed to turn up on the computer.
I think when my parents die, I won’t really want much of what they have. I have most of the material things I need. There might be a few family heirlooms that will be nice to have, but I don’t necessarily need any of their furniture and stuff. Honestly, whatever they leave when they die I’m likely going to sell.
We just got back from a visit to my mother. She needed to meet the latest family member, and I just get to missing her every 6 months or so, so we head to Detroit. We had a pleasant journey, and yes, my Mom is feeling her mortality, too - she loaded us up with any silver we wanted. (She remembers that, for some reason, I always loved polishing silver…)
Never been to a bachlorette party… I’m not really surprised that I’ve never been asked!
Taxi - Don’t freak out about MPLS - It is beautiful out here this week, and the MSP airport is pretty easy to navigate. I’ll try to rustle up some good driving weather for you on Thursday.
That was the whole point! How else were fathers everywhere able to convince the kinder that Elijah had actually come in to the dining room and drunk (drank?) the wine?
I remember one year, as I was going towards the front door, the doorbell actually rang!! I never jumped so high in my life!! It was a salesman, of all things, obviously goyishe.
Our Rifty is a good Jewish boy? <shreds mental image of Spats as pale faced, wiry geek with glasses for er…pale faced wiry geek with glasses>
THAT’S why you can’t get a date! None of the shiksa girls are good enough for you! (I kid-you want I should be serious already?)
OK, so maybe my impersonation of Episopalians is more spot on…
I have achieved hard bodiness for today. I am now waiting for Measuring Man, who DIDN’T call me this morning to tell me when he was coming, as promised. Grr.
Which would you do: clean the kitchen floor because MM is coming or get out into the garden? decisions, decisions…
But yesterday I made grape mead, and tonight I’m thinking about trying it out with peppermint, to serve at Christmas time.
Because you all need a little TMI first thing on a Monday morning!
