Gypsy
Super_Ideal_Rock
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Okay. So I am admittedly the LEAST social of my friends.
SO, it''s a great thing that I have social friends who encourage me to live a
little on occasion.
And I love and adore my BF and MOH and have been bummed she hasn''t shown
interest in wedding stuff to date.
She asked me what I wanted to do for a bachelorette night, and I told her that I
thought that one Friday (wedding is Sunday) we could go to the spa, relax, get
treatments (just a massage, mani and pedi for me) and have some mimosas, so some
window shopping on Santana Row and grab some dinner.
She was very enthusiastic... and well....
Um. Next thing I new five minutes had gone by (don''t ask me where they went...
she was talking) and I was suddenly agreeing to go a club. In San Francisco.
Dressed up by MOH and her henchmen... I MEAN, her friend (there''s one person I
am inviting to our wedding that is HER friend, not so much mine, though I don''t
have anything against her. We''ve just never clicked. We''re very different)... as
a TRAMP.
There was a mention of "wouldn''t it be fun to go to Marshalls or TJ Max and pick
out trashy outfits we''d never wear and there those for a Last Hurrah type
thing."
Now this did not compute. So I THINK I made some kind of noise. Must have been
acceptance cause she seemed encouraged. I KNOW I wasn''t really AGREEING, I was
just stunned and processing.
Cause I wanted a laid back afternoon with mimosas, LV, Tiffany, and a guy names
Sven rubbing my stress away.
And some how I ended up dressed as a CHEAP tramp at a club in San Fran dancing
the night away.
I KNOW. FOR A FACT. I lost track of the conversation.
Clearly she''s craftier than I gave her credit for.
But she was so enthused (granted she wants to go to LV for her bachelorette
party to PARTY-- I thought great will go to the spa and go shopping and started
to think of Fred Leighton-- and she was thinking clubbing and male strippers.
But I thought that since it''s her bachelorette I could go along with the ''fun'')
about taking me out dressed "up" (DOWN) to have one last hurrah...
I THINK I may have agreed.
Again my brain was COMATOSE so I can''t be sure.
But... AM I BEING A FUDDY DUDDY???
Is this FUN???
Has it gotten so bad I don''t recognize it anymore??????
Or um... does this sound like hell on earth to you all too?????