Barbara is Getting Married aka Bachelorette Party Time!

For those of you who don’t know Barbs, she is one of the sweetest, kindest and most adorable young women you will ever meet. I’ve known her since we were freshmen in high school and I’m sure she recalls the very first moment we met, because that’s the kind of friend she is (and I am not).

Despite our best efforts to corrupt her throughout our four years of high school, she resisted every temptation and remains a good person to this day. (I guess it did work to our benefit since we could always rely on Barbs to be our designated driver, so perhaps the lord does have a bigger plan.)

Fast forward twelve years later and it’s no surprise Barbs would be one of the first of my bestest high school girlfriends to find true love. I can recall sitting on her princess-esque bed talking about what her dream wedding would look like. I can’t be sure, but I think I even remember a wedding scrapbook she was keeping to track her best ideas in a Creative Memories format. A little creepy…

Just this past September, Barbs made the first big move (literally) out of our third floor apartment, where she had been living with Christie and Jen, and into a one bedroom with her husband-to-be, Robby. These two are the perfect match…Individually they are both fantastic, but together, they are amazing…I mean look at them…it’s like naughty and nice!

After Robby proposed to Barbs last year, it didn’t take long for us to start thinking about how we would all want to celebrate together…After months of planning, which was 95% completed by Christie, we headed to Santa Barbara for a little weekend getaway! It was the first time, in a very long time, the girls (plus a few extras) were together.

Thursday evening Christie, Jen, Shay-rone (welcome back from Asia), Jayme and I all piled into the Prius for what turned out to be a very long drive to Ventura, CA. Jam-packed with our clothes, goodie bags, food and more, frequent stops were a must to make the ride bearable. After about two hours I took the wheel from Jayme and decided to spice things up a bit. How does one spice things up on a road trip through the middle of nowhere?! Applebees! Yeah…you read me right! Applebees.

SIDE NOTE: A couple weeks back, while on vacation with my family, my parents and I had a sit down dinner at Applebees in Watsonville, CA. It was here we discovered Jell-o Shots! Yes. Applebees serves $1 Jell-o and Pudding shots all day!! I’m in love.

Back to the road trip…Once you’ve had a Jell-o shot or two, this turns into Long Islands, tequila and more. Whoopsie! (Don’t worry mom, I only had one Jell-o shot and that was it. Free fountain drinks for the designated driver also served at Applebees.) Flash forward what should have been a five to six hour drive, we’re on hour eight pulling into the hotel at approximately 3:00am. Whoopsie again!

The next day we left Ventura and headed back up to Santa Barbara and checked into our fabulous vacation home. After aggressively claiming bedrooms, we hit up the store, stocked the house and waited for the rest of the crew’s arrival. The next 48 hours are a bit of a blur…but here’s a quick look at what I can remember…(and yes, it’s unusual for Barb’s to take champagne to the face.)


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What is not captured in this video is Sunday morning when I woke up cheifed aka covered in permanent marker penis drawings. It’s four days later and I still can’t scrub these darn things off. Oh and did I mention I was also puking all morning? I was so out of it, the girls had to pack my bags and dress me. The upside was that I got out of any chores that morning. The downside was that I had a seven hour car ride ahead of me. Thank goodness for Wendy’s and catnaps!

Michelle Gets Married and I Get S-Faced

First of all congratulations to Michelle. She was such a beautiful bride and it was such a beautiful ceremony.

I’d like say thank you to Michelle. Michelle, thank you for breaking my month long streak of sobriety. Not sure what put me in such a funk, but celebrating your nuptial bliss with some of my most favorite people seemed to pull me right out of the darkness.

The wedding was in Carmel, one of my most favorite weekend getaways. I was staying in an adorable little hotel with Lauren, Kasey, Crispin and Forrest. (Yes, there were five of us in one room, but it had three beds.) Lauren had apparently just googled the hotel closest to the reception at the best price. I’m, however, still convinced she strategically planned it to be next to the only bar in Carmel open until 2am: Brophys. Nice work Lo.

As soon as we got into town Kasey, Lauren and I headed over to Brophy’s for a drink. I was hoping to start slow, but Lauren ordered me a Long Island. Damn her.

After several cocktails the wedding party showed up post rehearsal dinner.

As you can see, Lauren, Kasey and I had enjoyed one too many Long Islands and I was heading towards a very bad decision.

I failed to mention that Brophy’s is most definitely a male dominated bar. In fact, besides the two cougars in cheetah print, we were the only females there. Upon walking into the bar, there was one group of men in particular, a golf weekend getaway for them, who looked to be a good time. “Ricky Jones” as I will call him, had instantly caught my attention…mmm…chocolate.

We talked for quite some time…He was some sort of youth officer…I don’t recall much more than liars dice and shots. But by the end of the night I had collected more than just a couple of free cocktails. I had in my possession one very important piece of collateral: his hotel room key. (Notice how “sotally tober” I look in this photo.)

Despite my girlfriends being in the mostest drunken stupor, their reaction went something like this…

Now stop judging me…I wasn’t actually going to do it. It’s the thrill of the chase, not the actual conquest. Give me a break…I do have some class. (Some being the operative word.) I gave him back the key and the girls and I went back to our own hotel room. There I enjoyed some delicious cupcakes…chocolate cupcakes that is…teeheehee…

Coincidentally the next night we ran into the same group of guys and it turns out “Ricky Jones” was married. What a sleaze! He wasn’t even wearing a wedding ring! Some guys are so ridiculously gross.

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The rest of the weekend was fantastic. Saturday and Sunday brunching. An amazing afternoon wedding on the beach. And most importantly, good times with great friends…

Quotes of the Weekend:

  • Kasey: “What does Walmart smell like?” Crispin: “Kmart.” Kasey: “What does Kmart smell like?” Crispin: “Poverty.”
  • Kasey: “The back piercing (which she sports). It brings in the men. I just can’t guarantee the caliber of those men.”
  • Anonymous: “The last guy I dated…I finally convinced to let me stick my finder in his ass.” Me: “Congratulations. I see you’re still really classy.”
  • Me: “And his name was Ricky Jones. Seriously.”
  • Me: “Why do you drive such a big truck?” Courtney: “Cause if you’re gonna be a bear, might as well be a grizzly.”
  • Anonymous: “His hands are as big as Colorado. He’s one tall glass of water.”