Busy weekend ahead.
Saturday is my cousin's bridal shower. My mom and I are throwing it for her and there will be about 50 women there. Shower's are such a silly tradition. We will eat and visit with family we don't see often, and meet the soon-to-be inlaws of Heather's. Seems normal so far... but then, there's the games...
The first game is about the crap we have in our purse. Random list of things one might find in a lady's purse. The lady that has the most items from the list, wins. Well, shit. I guess I better go buy a purse... Would a small dive gear bag count? Maybe a back pack? I don't think I will have the right items on the list though. This in not a good game for the Tom-Boys.
The second game is even more rediculous, if you can believe that. There are about 50 baloons that we (and by "we", I mean "I") will have to blow up. Inside each baloon will be a picture of some famous couple. But, in 4 baloons, there will be a picture of... wait for it... Kevin and Heather! The 4 ladies that pop the baloon with the picure of Kevin and Heather win. Mindless, silly games. But, everyone loves these. I admit, at my shower, we did the same sort of thing and I loved it. What is with our culture? How does dumping crap out of your purse and popping baloons have anything to do with married life? Other then excess baggage and popping of hopes and dreams.... Hmm, maybe that's not the message they are going for. I better put a lid on the bitter. I am looking forward to the shower though. My cousin is beyond happy and that makes me happy for her. She is one of the coolest, nicest, selfless people I know and she deserves all the bliss she has now. So, yay for her! I just hope the bliss lasts forever. I had bliss at one point... Oh, shit. There goes the bitter again. I really need to get that under control before Saturday...
Did I mention I will be doing the cooking for this little event? Oh yes. I will be rattlin' them pots and pans in the kitchen. Bringing out the domestic side. Stay tuned for that little adventure...
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