Thirty-nine days to go...

Let's see how many more glasses P.I.C. and I can break. Friends, if you are wondering why our gift registry went from ten to eleven glasses, you now know why. Right now, we are down a champagne flute (P.I.C.), a ramekin (P.I.C.), and a white wine glass (ME...but I am still figuring a way to make it P.I.C.'s fault). Sigh. This is why we don't have nice things. Or perhaps I just use wine glasses too much? NO COMMENT THERE.

The wedding planning is coming along, despite me ignoring the fact that I really should find someone to make me and my bestie a bouquet and there is the issue of the rentals that need to be arranged (P.I.C.!!!)

This past weekend I had the pleasure of one of those rites of passage called the bachelorette party. Oh yes. I painted the town red. Literally. I donned red lips, a red dress, and I brought out my obnoxious 'tude times ninety-seven. It was an epic entire day of girly fun, and while I do tend to disclose my business here...this day is all mine and my ladyfriends'. To those that attended...I love you. It was truly my most fun day ever.

Let's just hope the wedding can top THAT, Teen Witch-style.

A funny St. Patrick's Day story.

This weekend, I had the pleasure of going up north for a family pub crawl. It's okay, I can give you a moment to feel insanely jealous that my family engages in such activities as pub crawls.... We're pretty awesome, I know.

In any event, we had a great time full of shenanigans ("I'm going to pistol whip the next guy that says 'shenanigans.' "Hey Farva, what's the name of that restaurant you like? That one with all the shit on the walls?" "Shenanigans? You guys talkin' 'bout Shenanigans?" "OOOOOH.") My aunt's friend was on a teddy bear-monkey leash (HEY, she didn't get lost), and we saw lots of crazy attire. One moment that made me laugh the most, was a semi-forgotten memory. You see, there was a guy dressed up as a leprechaun. You could take photos with him. Of course, my cousins and I insisted we do so. I was a chatty Cathy by this time, so I started asking the guy, "So, how does one come to be a leprechaun at a stop on a St. Patrick's Day pub crawl?" Honestly, I can't remember the answer. I do, however, remember that he was in college. For finance. This prompted a very stern lecture from me.

F.A. "Listen, Leprechaun. What are you going to do with that finance degree?"
L: "Um. I don't know yet."
F.A. "Whatever you do, DO NOT GO TO LAW SCHOOL."
L: "Um....okay...?"
F.A. "I am SERIOUS. There are no jobs, and no one I know that is a lawyer is really happy about that decision. I AM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH."

L: "......"

F.A. "I wanna hear you say that back to me. Promise me you will not go to law school."
L: "Um, I promise I will not go to law school."

Perhaps 45 minutes later, I ran into him while I was walking to get a beer.

F.A. "HEY. Remember what I told you?"
L: :::Audible sigh::: "No law school, I remember."

I think I sufficiently creeped that guy out. Also (and this is not a newsflash), I think going to law school wasn't one of my better decisions. Sigh. It is what it is.

Happy St. Patrick's Day to YOU.