Did I tell you that my Bachelorette party is this weekend? IN VEGAS!?? No? I didn't mention that? Hum.
I've only been thinking about it every freaking day for the past two months.
I want to dance until the blisters kill. I want to sing and scream until I lose my voice. I want to drink like I'm 22 (which means really drunk...but no puking...that's just gross). I want to feel smokin'. I want to act like a goddamn rock star.
You see, this is kindof "it." In four weeks I'm gone. I will have moved 3000 miles away. I won't even live within a day's drive of these girls...my best friends...my cousins...my sisters. (That breaks my heart and makes me all teary). I won't get to go out spontaneously with my baby sister's anymore...or even celebrate their birthdays... no more Friday Night Social Club with my college crew... no more lunch dates with my best friend on her end of town....no more pub crawls!!!! Of course we will celebrate together at the wedding - but there is nothing like a girls' night out. And there is nowhere like Vegas.
But they better not try to make me wear penis-shaped ANYTHING because that is just not my scene...and I will probably throw a fit. (or a blinking tiara? Becky? please? no?)....well...I guess I can really only take a firm stand against the penis-shaped stuff. Why is that so "in" for bachelorette parties? I don't think it's cute (except that one time at Megan's bachelorette party...)
Be forewarned friends...I will throw a hissy fit if you try to decorate me with male genitalia. I will. I really will.
As for everything else - I'm so excited I can hardly breathe!!!
Oh yea - please no speeding tickets this time Wedding Wish Granter!!! (Nevada tickets are pricey.)