Sweet jeebus, what a weekend.
15 women, aged 25ish to 70ish, road-tripping to The Jaw, drinking & spa-ing & eating & laughing & generally having a bang-up good time.
Someone, not mentioning any names {ahem...Wilma...cough,cough} may just possibly have gotten a teeny, tiny, wee bit drunk & poured herself into bed at 9:00 PM Friday night. NINE. PEE. EM! In my defense, I had some dental work done on the 8th which has made my mouth supah sore & my teeth supah sensitive, resulting in a week of nothing but applesauce & liquids, so mayhaps that contributed to my inability to hold my liquor like the martini-swilling booze hound I normally am.
It's true. Honest to blog.
What? Oh, is that old now? Well, considering I just upgraded my Sony Walkman (cassette version) to an iPod, I think I can milk that a little longer.
But, I digress.
Thankfully, mercifully, did not have a hangover on Saturday. Had lunch with Betty & Sunshine {held her for almost 30 seconds before she started wailing.... Sunshine, not Betty} went for a dip in the pewl, got beat up by a masseuse with the strongest hands evah, got bee-you-ti-ful, went shopping, bought the hottest shoes evah, went out for supper, back to the hotel to drink, bed by midnight.
Sunday, we packed up, had a late brunch & headed home. So tired.
It was a more relaxed, less party-animal trip this year. You know.... except for getting floor-lickin' drunk on Friday. The things I do to amuse The Ville Mafia....
Oh yeah. The shoes. Dontcha wish you had a pair of these beauties? Half price. Real leather. Miz Mooz. Their name is Burnette. I'm not even kidding.
1 comment:
Ooh, L-O-V-E the kicks...err, Ms. Burnette is it? Too pretty.
Sounds like you had a blast w/the girls and I was seriously
LMAO
at the 'honest to blog'. You kill me.
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