I feel like no weekend re-cap would be complete without bitching that the weekend is over... so, this:
Now that that's out of the way...
Saturday was my friend Lindsey's bachelorette party and it definitely made me antsy to have one of my own... regardless of not wanting a cookie cutter wedding, a huge get together with all my favorite girls before becoming a Mrs. is one tradition I'll definitely stick with!!!!
Self-observation brought on by the festivities: I'm old as fuck...
Exhibit A) By 11 PM I was ready to take off my makeup and put on my sweats. Okay, that's a lie... it was more like 8:30 PM. What the hell? I mean, I was more excited for the various hors d'oeuvres than I was for the various cocktails. I definitely can't rage like I used to.
Exhibit B) Towards the end of the night, I was walking the streets of Detroit without my heels on because my feet killed so bad I would've rather stepped on a dirty hypodermic needle that keep them on for another fucking minute. I think I've finally reached the age where I'll start choosing comfort over fashion. Next time, I'm wearing a pair of orthopedic tennis shoes. Or Crocs. Fuck it.
Exhibit C) I didn't drink much overall and was stone cold sober on the way home, but, I thought I was legit going to puke from being car(party bus?)sick. I was fixing to be pissed at myself if I was the only one who threw up... I mean, let's just put it this way: I still feel hung-over for some of the other girls.
At this point, I'm sure you're wondering if my future bachelorette party is going to be held at the senior citizen center, right?!
Sunday Pete went to his parents to celebrate Father's Day, but, I just couldn't bring myself to go with him. Seeing all of the pictures on social media of people with their Dads was hard enough (even though I'm extremely happy that so many people have such good relationships with their Dads)... I couldn't bear to see someone with theirs in person. I know that's shitty of me, but, it is what it is. I just miss my dad so much. Some days are worse than others... Father's Day is usually one of the bad ones for me.
Anywho... today is a new day and the start of another week. Back to the grind. What do you say we show this week who's boss, ladies?!
What makes you feel like an ol' biddy?