Two Parties in One Weekend

Two Parties in One Weekend

Phew! I’m tired. I woke up at the crack of dawn today, left seven sleeping girls in a pitch black, air conditioned hotel room and drove all the way home from Palm Springs to do flowers and pull a present out of thin air for Thing One’s Princess birthday party. I knew it was going to be tight. I knew I was going to be tired after staying up all night. I even knew my house would be a wreck because I usually spend a good part of the weekend cleaning. But you know what? It was totally worth it.

First up was Felix’s bachelorette party. She’s getting married next month in Hawaii. I met the girls at the outlet mall and we shopped a bit. I didn’t know anyone except Felix but after a trip through Rampage trying on floppy j-lo hats and ribbon tie-up espadrils, I fit right in. Then we headed to a hotel for sun basking and pina colada making.

These girls brought everything you could ever possibly need to throw a hotel room party. I got lost three times while trying to follow their packed minivan back to the hotel. Mostly because the driver couldn’t see me because the back window was completely covered with coolers and luggage and shopping bags! They even packed a Mickey Mouse blender (for pina coladas of course) and a Hello Kitty toaster (for toasting bread for sandwiches)! I didn’t bring anything except myself. I didn’t even bring an extra going-out outfit! What kind of girly girl am I?

The best part of going out with a bunch of girls is getting ready. I was rooming with the Hottie McHottie twins (Twins! One of them is five months prego and no, she’s not drinking anything in her tribal cup. She was the designated driver.) The girls gave me professional “hooker eyes”. Since I never wear make up it was fun getting all “done up”. I even borrowed Felix’s high heels (not pictured, those are Felix’s feet in Felix’s other high heels) because I had only brought flats and they were kind of scroungy looking next to everybody else. I love being a girly girl sometimes.

We did the typical Palm Springs Bachelorette things. You know, dancing, toasting the bride, walking up and down the main drag engaging random men in conversations with the drunk bride who’s getting a lot of attention with a fluffy white veil pinned to the back of her head. Thankfully, there were no greasy strippers. I think guy strippers are gross. Maybe it’s just me. I’m not too keen on the penis straws either but I guess it’s tradition.

We had a great time. I’m not even remembering half of the things we did and I’m certainly not posting half of the pictures. These girls were so cool they gave me complete permission to blog about them AND they even posed. It’s funny how these days a camera has become it’s own form of entertainment on a night out.

Tomorrow I’ll post about the princess party. It was really fun too in a whole other kind of girly foo foo kind of way. Right now I think I’m going to go take a nap.

Lunching in HB

Ladies who Lunch in HB

I had a lunch date with my friend Jbomb yesterday. We decided to meet in Huntington Beach. We just call it “HB” around here cause we’re “local like that”. HB used to be a lot of fun way back in the day. Toby and I used to eat at the Sugar Shack every weekend. Those were the days when I liked to walk around wearing a bikini top for a shirt. Now I’ve been replaced with the next three generations. It’s still fun though. As long as you stay out of the water since leaking sewage seems to be a problem. Ew!

Jbomb and I had a great time. We ate at a fantastic restaurant, walked up and down the pier, watched the surfers surf gigantic waves (who probably all have infections because they are soaking themselves in polluted waters) and of course shopped. Except Jbomb and I talk so much we mostly just walk. I didn’t buy a thing. Which is good for my saving-my-pennies-for-Paris-plan.

Here’s a secret about HB that you can learn from a “local” like me. More like a “yokel” but I think it’s the best thing ever when I visit. Parking is a big ol’ pain in HB. Like any beach city, every space has a meter and the tourists flock by the thousands. Everything is crowded even on a cloudy day. Pedestrians block you at every turn. So you might as well just park and walk as soon as possible.

The best deal in parking is the parking garage across the street from the theatre. (I think it’s $1.50 an hour but most of the nearby restaurants validate.) Once you’re in, go ALL the way to the top. This can be annoying if you’re stuck behind someone hell bent on getting the very first spot available. There is really no point in parking on the first three floors. They are dark and crowded and you’ll never find a spot. Go ALL the way to the top and park on the roof! No one ever parks on the roof and you’ll get a great view of the town. Best kept secret I know. I love the roof. I always spend several minutes up there just watching all the people down below. It’s great. Then, when you’re done people watching, all you have to do is ride the elevator down to main street and tah dah you’re in the middle of everything without the stress and mess.

There, you can’t say I never told you anything.

Thanks for all the FAQ’s yesterday and the day before. I’m definitely going to cover how to make a “revolving slide show”. Stay tuned. It’s very easy.