Add pansies to your ice cubes for a sweet effect.
Sunday was Chris’s Mom’s Bachelorette party. But this was no ordinary party.
It was held on a YACHT that when to Catalina Island and back. It was the perfect day to go sailing (ha look at me, with my pretentious, I’m on a boat, boasting. What a bitch.) It was with his mom and all of her closest friends/family and it was really nice to finally get to know them on a more personal level in a laid back setting. Catalina was gorgeous and I am considering moving to the Island. There were dolphins that played in the wake of the boat and the water was so clear. It was all going so well too…
I’m usually very uncomfortable with his family. I mean, yes its been 4+ years but still its a matter of pleasing 10 or more people at once and I’m even uncomfortable dealing with my own family. I never want to step on anyone’s toes or say something inappropriate or out of line, which I tend to do when I ramble or when Chris isn’t there to hush my bluntness/socially retarded manor-isms. (I swear by the end of the night I must have offended each family member at least once.) I had a couple of glasses of Champagne with his cousins, which led everyone to believe that I’m some sort of wild child when Chris isn’t around but I think it was more them just being passive aggressive… I certainly wasn’t acting crazy,drunk. or out of line, I was just talking….A lot. Which led to me feeling alienated once again. I certainly wasn’t telling them they were all a bunch of drunks. No sir. I was quite polite, at that point at least…. But I don’t even want to bring up what happened at dinner…It just goes downhill from there.
So moral of the story, it doesn’t matter if you’re living the good life on a boat, people are still people.
A photo a friend of mine took of me and Chris at 21st Birthday Prohibition themed party! I love having an excuse to get dressed up and wear a wig. I wish I had a costume party to go to every week. Plus the food was fucking amazing… I always talk too much & never fill up with delicious goodness so that when I get home I’m always mad at myself for not eating more. Seriously… I’m still dwelling on the fact that I didn’t eat any of the raspberry cake things…and the party was a week ago… >_<