Monday, July 31, 2006

Ouch

My bachorlette party was this weekend.  As was F’s bachelor party.  I think our parties very much suited each of us.
The “girls” took me out to dinner and then we hit the clubs.  I can honestly say that I have never talked to so many guys, or people, in one night.  Women were happy with that sad tinge of jealousy that they were actually there to meet a man instead of celebrating having found one.  The men were funny too.  Re-actions ran the gamut, though I have a couple of favorites. 
My all time favorite was at the first bar we went to, this guy walked up and said, “are you sure you want to get married?” I answered in the affirmative and he replied, “But there are so many good looking men out there, I mean, I’m not one of them, but still they are out there…” I almost fell off my stool from laughter.  He had a friend with him as well, a very nice man who was gorgeous when he took off his silly bucket hat.  He really wanted to wear the hat and I told him it wasn’t doing him any favors.  He laughed at me.  I’d had 7 drinks at this point; I was telling people all kinds of things…like how great their shoes were, how pretty their hair was, all kinds of things. 
My second favorite reaction was pretty simple.  This guy noticed my veil (yes I was wearing a veil) asked me if I was getting married.  When I said yes he simply turned my head and gave me a kiss on my check and told me “good luck” and walked away.  It was so sweet and simple.
At the second place we went, we ran into Dario.  Ha!  He’s from England and is here working.  I guess he’s been here for years, though I don’t remember hearing that.  He was a lovely person who bought me a drink and flirted with all the girls.  At one point Maggie asked him to give me reasons not to get married, he looked at me and asked me if it was true love and to look him in the eyes when I answered.  I thought of my fiancé, thought about my love for him and answered.  He said there was no way he could argue with the look on my face and I had best get married. 
At the end of the night he decided we were too drunk to go home and took us to his place.  Two of my party passed out while attempting to watch an old episode of Knight Rider.  I’d forgotten what Knight Rider was all about.  We didn’t make it to the exciting part of the show before I asked Dario to get us a cab.  We arrived safely home about 3:30 Sunday morning. 
I wasn’t doing too bad yesterday – I did everything I had to do and with pretty high spirits.  Today I feel like crap.  The lights are too bright and I have a feeling it’s going to be a long one.  I had a great time though – wouldn’t trade it!
More happened over the weekend – I’ll write more later…