The Party: Recap

Well, as I mentioned earlier last week, last night was the long-awaited Bachelorette event for my dear friend Samanatha. Mitty, Sarah and I picked Sam up at her house, greeting her at the door with a 6' tall inflatable penis (which she was required to carry around with her for our first few stops of the day). Following brunch at Panera, we moved on to the Anthony & Sandra Spa.... WOW! What a spectacular experience! This place was so incredibly tranquil and relaxing. We lounged about in this upstairs living room, soft music and the scent of bamboo in the air, while we chatted away and sipped Mimosas.

Some members of the group had massages or manicures, while I opted for the Peppermint Pedicure and Euro-Spa Facial. Again, all I can say is "WOW!" I have had facials before, but none that could compare to this. Anna, my facialist, is incredibly talented, and did an excellent job of explaining the processes and products, while still maintaining a soothing atmosphere. And Mother Nature did her part to add to the overall atmosphere as well, by providing us with a torrential downpour in the middle of the afternoon! (I did at one point actually fall asleep, and would have enjoyed a lovely nap if not for a sudden *crack* of lightening.) Following the spa, we moved on to the hotel, where more friends met up with us... we proceeded to open gifts, enjoyed a few (who am I kidding - several) jell-o shooters, and prepared to go out. We looked terribly adorable in our matching camo-tees and khakis or cargos.

At some point, the Bride-to-be let on that she knew (or assumed) we would have a limo lined up for her. Being the cruel friends that we are, we countered this assumption by creating an elaborate scheme: by way of a series of hush-hush phone calls, several "Oh my GOD, tell me you are kidding," many slammed doors, and irate exchanges between Sarah, Mitty and I, we let her know that the limo *gasp!* had not arrived as scheduled, and that the limo company had no record of our reservation. To make matters worse, since it's Prom Weekend, there was no way to line one up on such short notice. Poor Sam was crest-fallen... but being the trooper that she is, she tried to suck it up and act like she wasn't disappointed. We even went so far as to have one girl "call in a favor" to a friend who works for an airport van service company, and line up a van to pick us up from dinner, just so that we didn't need to worry about having a designated driver. Again, Sam tried to mask her disappointment, but we could tell she was truly a little sad about it. At various points throughout dinner, she would whisper to me, "Just tell me what kind of limo we were supposed to have! Was it a Hummer?" (she had even told her fiancee at one point that she would LOVE it if we got her an H2 limo, but then shrugged it off, mentioning that it's too extravagant, and that she didn't expect we would do that for her).

After dinner, we waited anxiously outside for "the van," and Sam actually shrieked when, in it's place, this rolled up. I never thought I would agree with a statement like, "This is one pimp ride," but I've gotta admit, that's an accurate description of the interior. So the twelve of us piled in, and off we went. We spent the evening hitting clubs, dancing, cruising (hey, why not?) and just had a blast. Mitty, who I must say is the master event planner, got each of us some party favors... an adorable purse that looks like an embroidered satin bustier, filled with a few naughty little items (peckermints, dicklets, a penis-shaped whistle), as well as some Alka-Seltzer 'morning after' relief.

Finally, around three a.m., we made the requisite run for the border, and then retired to the hotel. All in all, we had a blast (there was a bit of minor drama, which I'll get to later), and Sam was so thrilled and surprised by the whole day. My only disappointment in the whole evening is that Mitty was responsible for the bag that contained EVERYONE'S cameras (three digital, two regular and a handful of disposeables), as well as the soundtrack CD's I had created for the evening... and she LEFT IT IN THE HOTEL ROOM, and refused to allow us to backtrack in order to retrieve it. So the only pictures we got were captured on the little disposable camera I had in my purse. *sigh*

Next up? The Bridal Shower next weekend.