I get my kicks above the waistline, Sunshine

So here's the deal. Friday night is supposed to be my bachelorette party right? Do you know what I would LOVE to do on Friday night? Honestly? I'd like to hang out with all the women who would be invited to this event and watch The Wizard of Oz (on TNT) while we get hammered. That would be my ideal night. I'm too old for the bachelorette party I used to have in my mind. Maybe "too old" is the wrong way of putting it, I'm past that I guess, that's the only other way I can say it.

Even in my 20's I didn't like crowded places, smoky bars with way overpriced drinks standing around. I don't dance, I have total white girl rhythm, so I stand around. That's it. At the casino's I like to sit in front of a Keno machine and press "Bet One", every once in a while throwing caution to the wind and hitting the forbidden "Bet Max" button. Jen C and I have proven (in Vegas and AC) that this can be a great time. I'm not the bachelorette who wants to go out and have one last night of freedom. I want to stay in and pour Washington Apple Martini's down my throat until I cry from laughter over something totally stupid with my friends (sisters are included in that group you know).

Tonight I leave you with an 80's classic:




(Subject line lyrics from "One Night in Bagnkok" by Murray Head)