Strawberry Daquiri Saturday

It was girls night last night. My best friend is getting married, so she and us bridesmaids decided to get together to stuff wedding invitations, prep the envelopes, etc. We ate chili (with beans, sorry not the Texas style but still good), chicken salad and strawberry daquiris. Then we started working on the wedding invitations. Luckily the daquiris were fairly weak. Ok downright watery, but at least we did all the important stuff before the Bacardi came out. We did assembly line style: One girl stuffed the envelope, the next licked it shut and stuck the stamps on it, then I did the wax seal. It was working fine until the licker wanted to trade with the stuffer. (This sounds like a dirty joke doesn't it?) They trade, then decide a little while later that they want to try the wax sealing, it looks fun. It is fun, if youo're not afraid to get a little burnt. I showed her how to do it (I know you're asking yourself, how bloody difficult can it be?) and she's doing fine until suddenly she screams and drops the lighter, then we smelled burnt hair... kinda.    SHE CAUGHT HER FINGERNAIL ON FIRE! I didn't even know fingernails were flammable! Her thumbnail was all blackened and burnt down at a weird angle (she has long nails, I have very short, so it's not an issue for me). We laughed until we cried, it was so funny! Maybe the daquiris were kicking in by then, I don't know. So the girls trade spots, the other one wants a crack at it. She said to the other, How could you catch your nail on fire? Just pay attention! Not three minutes after she said that, HER nail caught on fire! It was like a farce. Fun times.

So after the invitations were finished we went outside and sat on the porch talking about the people we're seeing/marrying/missing/searching for/divorcing, etc. It was a thorough dissection of all important men we chose to put in our lives, and actually really fun. The who is getting married told us more great stuff about her fiancee. No man is THAT good, I swear. She says he's always been like that- never raises his voice to her, carries the groceries in from the car, rubs her feet at night before bed, does the laundry and the dishes. She actually said "I haven't done a dish in my house in two years!" Princess. Anyway, she swears he's the most amiable, perfect man. I say wait for the other shoe to drop. Just keep your eyes open. No one is THAT good. And I sometimes like a little argument! (Leads to good sex usually.) ;) So then she talked about the man she almost married ten years ago, and how she misses him etc. That led into a discussion about the one I miss. Danger. She actually thought it would be a good idea to call him, right then and there, and force a discussion out of him. The other girl said no way, don't you dare. I didn't. I started thinking, how would this conversation go? And the more I thought about it and talked it out wiht the girls the more I realized I really don't even want to crack that door open. I don't WANT to. Not just because I shouldn't, but because I know I don't need him anymore. So I gave myself a small pat on the back for feeling like I have made actual progress. Then we dicussed my ex husband- that was really fun. :) We're friendly with each other, and we work in the same region, our orchestras are actually in competition with each other (mine is FAR superior), and a lot of water has gone under the bridge. But it was still fun to talk about his recent choices and shake our heads and giggle. Then we got into this new guy one of the girls is seeing. He's from a totally different relgious, ethnic and social background, and there are some serious concerns if they decided to make things serious, however she was feeling like maybe he's The One! So she says all this wonderful stuff about him, and my other friend totally tears him apart, using really uncomfortable racial comments, religious comments, etc. We both looked at her in shock. I mean open mouthed shock. Finally she responded to the other girl's diatribe and said, fine then I won't bring him to your wedding if it will make you uncomfortable. She said, no that's fine, bring him, I want to meet him. The other said, no I'm afraid you'll accidentally let something slip and really offend him and embarass me. I'd hate to have to walk out on your wedding. So things got a little tense for a bit last night. A few drinks later everyone was friends again and promises were made not to say anything rude, and that she'd meet him with an open mind. The other said, only when your fiancee is around. I know you don't want him to hear you talking like that.

Anyway, it was fun and lots of good information was shared. I am excited about the wedding, it's so much fun! We are making the groom's cake for her as a surprise, and for her bachelorette party we're flying to Mexico for the weekend and going to a resort. Just 5 of us, it will be phenomenal! As maid of honor, the bill falls to me on this one, so I better start saving! The airfare is no problem: the bride's dad is a pilot and he's got it taken care of. The other girls offered to chip in on the hotel, which I really appreciate, so it shouldn't be too terribly expensive.

Hey I have a question: we're printing the ceremony programs and we weren't sure if I am supposed to be called Maid or Matron of Honor. I'm divorced, so which does that make me? I think I'll Google it.