It's time for girls to mix and mingle...

...it's my last few days of being single! That's what the adorable invitations read, accompanied by this picture of yours truly:





...to which, when I showed Todd, he scoffed "I don't like that picture of you. It's awkward." Perhaps he forgot I'm awkward in general...? Eh, he loves me either way. :)



SO...this weekend marks a momentous occassion in my life. Yes, I'm talking about my bachelorette party. Wait, considering the all-out plans my awesome 'maids have created for me, I think I need a more in-depth word for party. How about my bachelorette... bash? blowout? extravaganza? celebration? shindig? wing-ding? (no joke, when my mom was in high school, she went to a party...I'm pretty sure it was a make-out party, but I might be making that up...but anyway, she went to a party and all the boys and girls were in the basement [making out] when the mother of the boy who was hosting the party yelled down the stairs "HOW'S THE WING-DING DOWN THERE?!" I have never forgotten that story. I think it's the way mom tells it that makes me laugh the most.) But I digress.


I have been trying to pump the girls for information, but they all seem to have made a secret pact that if any one of them spills the beans to me about the plans, then they have to kill that person. Or vote her off the island. Whatev. All I am allowed to know - from the "oh-so-detailed" (and i use that word VERY lightly) version of the itinerary that Lor sent me yesterday is:

• Friday: be somewhere in DC by 7pm -- yes I know the address, no I won't post it here for creepy stalkers.

• Saturday: be awake and ready by 9am -- off to a winery (woo hoo!), then that night I have to wear the ah-dorable new blue dress i bought for this occassion, hopefully accompanied by as many embarassing pieces of bachelorette paraphenalia that Stef was able to get her hands on.

• Sunday: be awake and out the door by 11:30am, which I hope means we'll be heading to brunch somewhere that serves bloody mary's because I have a feeling by Sunday, I'll be needing one (read: 4).
  
  

In all honesty, does this look like a mischevious bunch to you?

To quote the [not so] great Britney Spears..."we're not that innocent".

Needless to say, I'm over the top excited and can't wait for tomorrow to get here!! Not that I won't miss my incredibly amazing hunk of a fiance, ;) but I'm sure he'll be comfortable in the man cave with Whinnie, a diet dr. pepper, a fridge full of pigs in blankets (i'm serious!), and our [FINALLY!] arctic cold AC!

I'll be sure to fill you all in on the details sometime next week...when I recover. I CAN'T WAIT!!

**note, I updated this blog title because when I got home yesterday I looked at the invite on my fridge and realized I had mis-quoted.