Friday Confessional- 10 Year Reunion & a Hen Party

Lawyer: Now Charles, your Uncle Jack Bass is your closest living relative and, as such, has been named as your legal guardian. Are you comfortable with this?
Chuck: (to Jack) Curfew?
Jack: None.
Chuck: Girls sleeping over?
Jack: Yes, please.
Chuck: I’ll allow it. –Gossip Girl

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I confess…

That I still haven’t written my post on my 10 year reunion. So much has happened this week and I haven’t been near a real computer or had much time. Plus I’ve been exhausted. This has been one busy summer! Here are just a few confessions from my weekend blast from the past.

I confess…

That I didn’t expect much from my reunion and was pleasantly surprised. We had so much fun hanging out and I forgot just how great our class of 2001 really was. There were no cliques and everyone mingled with everyone.

I confess…

That I may have inappropriately yelled out that one of our old classmates had gotten “REALLY HOT!”. I then went on to say that I was a married woman so it was completely ok to say. I wasn’t even drunk that night!

I confess…

That my parents accidentally locked me out of the house on Friday. I did come home at 3am so maybe they were saying I’d broken curfew? 😉

I confess…

That while at the bonfire I kept it classy with a styrofoam cup full of champagne, which I delightfully kept calling champag-nay. In a hick accent. Repeatedly.

I confess…

That there were no bathrooms at this bonfire and I was worried I would pee on my leg, but I squatted like a champ. I did seem to find the need to tell everyone at the bonfire how great I was at squatting like a champ.

I confess…

That I’m probably still not going to get around to blogging about the rest of my epic reunion until next week since I’m currently decorating for Monica’s Hen Party. I’m hosting it and I’m so excited. I’ve already baked up cupcakes and decorated them with little penises. The hen party sign has been painted.

The audio and video cables have been hooked up to the laptop which will be playing an embarrassing photo slideshow of the bride to be when she walks through the door. The banners have been hung and I have signed us up for the dance club’s guest list. Taxi number is preprogrammed into my phone. We are ready!

Friday Confessional-Homeward Bound

Blanche: Oh, Dorothy, high school reunions can be so much fun. I will never forget mine! I was the most successful person there.
Dorothy: Blanche, didn’t you go to school with that brilliant doctor who won the Nobel Prize?
Blanche: Oh, yes, but she let her looks go to hell. –Golden Girls

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I confess…

That this is a scheduled post, as I left for Oregon yesterday. 9.5 hours in the car with nothing but my pup Monkey for company. Impulsive Addict, I apologize already for calling you and talking your ear off. 😉

I confess…

That I’m sad to be away from Match for four nights. It’s the longest we’ve been apart since we first started dating. He’s going to try to work some overnight shifts so that will be good. I think the hardest part is knowing how much he loves coming home to Oregon with me and how left out he feels. Sigh, such is the way of the Sheriff Deputy schedule.

I confess…

That I’m so excited to be back home with my family. I haven’t seen my parents since our wedding in September, and I haven’t been to my childhood home since December of 2009. That last trip home was also the trip that Match proposed, so it makes me miss him even more.

I confess…

That I’m kind of nervous/excited about my 10 year reunion on Saturday. I graduated from a class of 60, in a very small town, so it’s going to be intense. I’ve known a lot of my classmates since I was in kindergarten, and I’ve only seen a few of them since graduating. It’s going to be so strange to get together again.

I confess…

That I’m looking forward to the picnic and seeing everyone with their families. It’s going to be so weird to see my classmates as parents! I’m going to really wish I had Match with me that day, especially seeing all of the families together. Good think Ms. PHD will be there with me, flying solo.

I confess…

That the bonfire with the class on Saturday night should be fun. I never partied with my classmates in high school so it’s going to be kind of strange drinking with them now. I may have to reign in my wildness. I’m not sure my small town can handle Drunken Date Girl. She’s kind of a handful!

Friday Confessional-World’s End

The World is going to come to an end tonight. Yes think about it. End of the World, Nostradamus, Notre Dame, Fighting Irish, Irish, St. Patrick’s Day. This is it Bro. Bro-pocalypse Now… Bro-Mageddon. -Barney, How I Met Your Mother

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I confess…

That I haven’t written the rest of my post about the Gay Bachelor party because I am waiting on pictures from Tahoe Girl. But she’s terrible about emailing me back so I may have to post without them. Sad panda. Here is one teaser pic that I have from my camera. It’s a terribly flattering picture of me. Being attacked by a cartoon penis. Be jealous!

I confess…

That I do not think the world will end tomorrow. I did tease Match that instead of hanging out with him, I will be hanging out with Geeky who is coming to visit me for a girl’s night out. How bad am I gonna feel if the world actually does end?

I confess…

That our weekend is chock full of fun stuff. Tonight we’re having a long overdue double date with Couple Friends. I don’t think the four of us have had a date night in at least a year and a half. Or as I told her, 1.5 babies ago! After that it’s the aforementioned girls night out with Geeky. We’re going to start out at a Cuban restaurant drinking mojitos and we may end up at a gay dance club. Because that is how we roll.

I confess…

That it’s starting to feel like summer and I’m loving all of the fun social activities. Double dates, girls nights out, weddings, hen parties, high school reunion, road trips, camping, bbqs and pool parties. Bring it on summer, I’m ready!

Friday Confessional-Peepees Flying About

Phoebe: Oh my God, it’s all so elegant! When’s the dirty stuff starting?

Rachel: What?

Phoebe: You know, the strippers, and the guys dancing, and you know, pee-pee’s flying about.

Rachel: Pheebs, I… there isn’t gonna be any flying about! We actually thought we were a little too mature for stuff like that.

Phoebe: Oh, ok. I see what you’re doing, that’s fine. This is all there is, just tea, uh, ok. (she drinks her tea) Hmmmm… raunchy!

Rachel: Seriously Pheebs, it’s not gonna be that kind of a party.

Phoebe: Really? So this is… this is my big send off in the married life? Rachel this is the only bachelorette party I’m ever gonna have! I’ve got a big wad of ones in my purse! Really? I mean, really? It’s just tea?

Rachel: Nooo! Phoebe, of course there is more! I mean, I’ll just go and talk to Monica and get an ETA on the pee-pee’s! -Friends

 

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I confess…

 

That this is a pre-scheduled post. As you read this I am on my way to a co-ed bachelor party for Token Gay Guys. They are getting married on the 28th and tonight is the big send off.

I confess…

That at first I wasn’t that excited to go because Chandler, who is the best man, wouldn’t give me any details on the party. He was being a total douche Popsicle when it came to info about the weekend. They’ve rented a cabin and we’ve all pitched in a lot of money. I kept asking for details, like what I need to bring in terms of food, and an important detail, WHERE the damn cabin is located. He wouldn’t give me details and I was getting so frustrated.

I confess…

That I contemplated not going. But then after talking with Tahoe Couple and hearing they were dealing with the same things, I felt better. I think Chandler just has a lot on his plate right now, so I am going to cut him some slack. But you can bet your ass I’m going to pick on him when we play drinking games tonight!

I confess…

That I will probably drink too much this weekend, even though I am planning on behaving. I will probably see Token Gay Guy naked and see far too many peepees, and the night will be far more wild than our co-ed bachelor party was.  I will hot tub, river swim if it’s warm enough, play drinking games and act like I’m 7 years younger than I am.

I confess…

That I feel bad that poor Match won’t be able to join me. Instead he has to work 7 days in a row. But at least he’ll get some alone time, and I think he’s secretly excited for a few nights of guy food, watching man shows on tv, and quiet time. I’m excited to get some social time, but I know come Sunday I will be happy to be home!

 

Friday Confessional-Tent Sex

I don’t know what two guys do when they’re together. You know, I sat through the whole of Brokeback Mountain. From what I gather, something went down in that tent. -Burt, Glee

Wow, it’s Friday already? Time for another

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I confess…

That as much fun as camping was earlier this week it would have been much more fun if Aunt Flow hadn’t been in town cramping my style. LITERALLY cramping people. And I forgot pain reliever. Waaahh.

I confess…

That I really wanted some tent nookie. Like really badly. The last time Match and I hooked up in a tent was our first time together. Overshare? I don’t give a hoot. This is my confession people!

I confess…

That I promised Match a camping redo where we could actually shake those tent walls. Hehehe.

I confess…

That while we were packing up stuff for the trip from Match’s folks’ house I had an awkward conversation with Match’s dad. He asked if we wanted to borrow a hanging lantern he had for the tent. He said it provides romantic lighting that is really great. He then went on to say to remember to turn the lantern off before getting too frisky or else the shadows put on a really good show. He said, “And I won’t tell you how I learned that lesson!” Thanks for the mental picture paternity Father in Law. EWWWWW. Needless to say I declined the lantern.