As promised, here are the photos of our last Wednesday Night Dinner for the season. I don’t think our dinner was quite as photogenic as it has been in the past, but it tasted great. The real star of this dinner was Derek’s brisket…unbelievable. I wish you could taste it because the photos just aren’t doing it justice. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
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As if Christmas Eve wasn’t exciting enough already, it became even MORE exciting after I received a phone call from my ol’ pal Kara. I believe the conversation went something like this.
Kindra: Hi Sweetie! Did you get my voicemail?
Kara: No. But I got a ring!!!
I can’t even tell you how excited I am for Kara and Brendan. I’ve known Kara for 10 years now and the instant I met Brendon, I knew he was the one for her! Hands down. No questions. Game over. They are the kind of couple that you just KNOW will still be laughing together when they are old and wrinkly. Congrats you two!
PS – I apologize for my lapse in posting. We were stealing internet from a neighbor and they had the nerve to move! Ha! Anyway, we had to buck up and pay for our own. Imagine that!
A few more photos from the weekend. These came from a different camera and seem to be the “action shots”. Click here for more.
I can’t resist recording a few of my favorite moments/quotes. I don’t really expect anyone to understand them, but I want to document them so someday when I’m old and married and decrepit, I can look back and remember all the fun we had.
*** “You know…touching me isn’t going to get you inside there any faster.” – Sara
***Scene: Stan doing a riverdance impression.
Kindra says to the woman next to her, “You know, she’s a trained professional.”
Woman says in awe, “I know. It’s just beautiful!”
*** I’d like to honor Ashley with two awards “inventor of the best photo game in the history of the world” as well as “Queen of tequila”.
*** Some guy ran up to me, grabbed my boob, kissed my cheek, and ran away. And instead of just telling the story, I promptly reenacted it on my sister. Ha! Cuz who wouldn’t want a visual?
*** Shelby taking shots of jager. I’m not sure I’ll ever witness it again! You go girl!
*** “I’m a personal injury lawyer, and sir, that bathroom is a lawsuit waiting to happen.” – Ams
***Getting interrogated at the border and our car getting searched.
***And who could forget all of the tequila. I’m pretty sure I consumed more tequila in two nights than I have in the entire last 5 years of my life.
***Stacy gets the “dance till you drop” award for dancing all night long and for dancing on my command! I can ALWAYS count on her to dance the night away!
***She be up in the club, just workin on her fitness. Kindralicious.
*** Erin gets the best shopper award for her excellent shopping skills as displayed by the six-shooter belt, the veil, the future mrs. Reeves t-shirt, and most importantly her new north face jacket.
*** “Maybe you can wear that apron at the next Wednesday night dinner”
***Stan finally got challenged to a dance-off, but she didn’t have her coat on, so she couldn’t perform the move she’s been preparing for years for such an occasion.
Here are pics from our big weekend in Whistler! Click here for more photos!
I had the BEST bachelorette party ever this weekend in Whistler. Ever. In the history of the world. It was so much fun! I am so lucky to have such great friends (and a sis). We drank, we ate, we dressed-up and we danced! I really want to post pics, but we are having some technical difficulties. You can expect pics to be posted no later than a week from today – hopefully sooner. Thanks again girls, I had so much fun! You really know how to treat a stagette*.
*The Canadians call bachelorette parties, “stagette parties”. I thought it sounded a little masculine so I changed to to “doe-ette party”.
I’m not much of a pack rat. Unnecessary clutter makes me a little anxious. Even if I wanted to be – my apartment wouldn’t allow for it. I keep very few “keepsakes” – it’s just not my style. Last week while visiting my mom, she informed my sister and me that we each had a box of high school stuff to take with us. Reluctantly I carted it home, assuming it was all junk. These are items I haven’t looked at or missed in many, many years.
The box sat in my bedroom for a week untouched. Finally, I had the time to dig through it and it was like opening a window to my past. There are a couple things worth noting and reflecting on.
#1 My generation spent way too much time writing notes. Today’s high school kids send texts; we wrote notes. Lengthy notes with bright colored pens, varied fonts and intricate folding schemes. It’s funny, because reading through them now as an adult, it was clear that the content was far less important than the presentation. Of course, some of them held juicy secrets, but most of them were the equivalent of a meaningless doodle, a means to pass the time. Now, I wish I could collect all the notes from my girlfriends. I would organize them and publish them into a book – chronicling the defining, shaping and “important” events of our young lives from each of our unique perspectives.
#2 Digging through all my high school artifacts, I was both humored and humiliated by my self-perception. I was naively grown-up and painfully confident.
#3 I had an amazing group of girlfriends –full of life, supportive, loving and unfailing. Undoubtedly, they helped to form my ideas of friendship and relationships in general. We laughed, we cried, we fought (rarely) and then we laughed some more. I’ve been fortunate my entire life to have amazing girlfriends. Sometimes it makes me sad that we all aren’t as close as we used to be. Part of me feels deeply guilty and responsible for not making more of an effort, and part of me isn’t convinced that it would have made much of a difference. We still keep in touch, but it’s not the same. We have grown-up and we have pushed our own paths. Nonetheless, I miss them fiercely.
Against my natural instincts to purge anything I haven’t used in a year, I decided to keep the box o’ treasures.
I know I’m going to anger all you facebookers out there, but I have a confession. I’ve used Derek’s account to peek on facebook – twice. And I like it. I feel super sneaky. For years I have resisted myspace and facebook and for the past 3 months I’ve been toying with the idea of succumbing and joining. But I feel like I’m cheating on myself. I have several reasons for not wanting to join:
Reason #1: I hate (and this applies to my blog), when people think that online readership/viewing equals a real friendship. It doesn’t. In my opinion, you can’t have a meaningful relationship on facebook. Yes, it’s a great tool to keep updated but it doesn’t replace face time or even phone time. You can’t assume that because you read my blog that you know what’s going on with me. You know what I’ve chosen to share with the blogosphere. Same thing goes with facebook/myspace.
Reason #2: Social networking sites kind of feel like a popularity contest. The goal is to get as many friends as you can.
Reason #3: I keep telling myself I don’t have time to keep up a blog AND a facebook account. And I don’t. I don’t want to be online anymore than I already am.
Reason #4: I feel awkward situations coming on where I feel the need to accept invites from people I haven’t seen in 6 years. What is the appropriate way to handle this? Just accept everyone? I can see why some people have so many friends if this is the protocol.
All of these reasons are good, but they still don’t negate my two main attractions to facebook. 1) I like looking at all the photos. 2) I feel like I’m missing out – I wanna play too!
What’s a girl to do?