BEST
Bridelorette Sharty. That is what you get when you combine a Bridal Shower and a Bachelorette Party into one fabulous night out with a group of wonderful ladies. And that is how I spent my Sunday night. Strapped into some bowling shoes at Lucky Strike, sipping on cocktails, munching on food that is not so good for me, and overall just letting loose for a little while.
Bestie friend Rachelle planned the whole thing, even down to the cute gift bags with hand sanitizer and colorful socks, perfect for a bowling party. And I couldn't have loved her more than when she brought out a box of mini cupcakes from Yummy Cupcakes...yes I DID eat two of the chocolate peanut butter ones in case you were wondering. Not to mention Rachelle topped it off with a gifted waffle maker, the only item I said I would register for if I did a wedding registry.
Being with good friends and hearing the roll of the bowling ball took me back to my Whittier College days and I reminisced with Natalia and Melissa about the dive bowling alley I would go to back in the day. At the time I wasn't 21 yet so those who were would order my drinks. Not really knowing what to order I remembered that my Grandma liked to drink Kahlua and milk. So this is the only thing I could think of to order. So my 21 year old friend ordered one for me at the bar...but in a dive bowling alley what they pour you is Kahlua and Half and Half. The thought of it now makes me gag a little, but oh boy did I think it was good back then! And I wondered why I gained 20 lbs in college...
And of course after sharing this story with the ladies and having a good giggle as soon as I finished my next turn up to bowl and returned to my seat...sitting on our table was a Kaluha and Cream for me to enjoy, which I did...just like I remember.
I have the bestest girlies in the world! Thanks for a great Bridelorette Sharty.
WORST
Exhaustion can make you desperate. Everyone has had a moment in their lives when they would do anything just to get some rest. If you had a million dollars you would give it away just for one more hour of sleep. This was the level of desperation I felt Friday morning.
It all begins with bargaining. As you lay there listening to the alarm you start to tell yourself "5 more mins and then I will get up." Then "if I skip the workout this morning to sleep in, then I will go for a jog this afternoon," even though you never go for jogs in the afternoon...ever. And the reason you are so tired in the first place is because you have way too many things to get done in one day, so why would you think you would have time to go for a jog later in the day? Irrational bargaining sprouted from desperation.
Even when I was already dressed and driving to the gym to meet my trainer I was till bargaining. "Maybe I could just pull over, tell my trainer he could still charge me for the session, but just let me sleep in my car. One glorious hour of uninterrupted sleep in my car...it would be our little secret, he would totally understand." We laughed as I told him about my temptation to call him on my way to the gym...then he continued to kick my ass in the hardest workout ever.
Then as the exhaustion deepens and the bargaining stops desperation leads to desperate acts. By the time I returned home and Babyhead went down for his nap I was near tears of joy knowing that I too could take a nap now. But looking at the clock I realized that our cleaning lady was going to be here in 20 mins and she would be needing to wash the sheets on the bed I so desperately wanted to crawl into. So desperation leads to creativity and I grabbed a pillow, a blanket, and the baby monitor and laid down in the bedroom closet. Almost as sad and desperate as sleeping in your car, but it was actually nice and dark and pretty quiet. So I slept in the closet for the next 45 mins before I heard little Babyhead sounds coming from the monitor. And even though I felt a little better I knew I had hit a low point.
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