Oh man. Last night was my good friend Amanda's bachelorette party and things got beautifully silly. We had a great group of gals and went through MANY bottles of wine. I sang my first karaoke (Maxwells Silver Hammer by The Beatles, because nothing says party like a song about murder). My head doesn't thank me today, but it was an absolute blast.
Amanda got a magnificent crown of male genitalia complete with a pornographic bouquet.
I tried on the work of art. It had birds, sparklers, and was made from the cardboard from a sausage package. Amazing.
Happy Wednesday. Time for a series of short sentences.
The weather is beautiful. I've had Bike Shop two days in a row. It's my good friend Amanda's bachelorette party tonight. I took tomorrow off so I can work on a book commission. Both my grandmothers text now, and their messages are adorable.
I'm currently watching the front desk for the receptionist and there is a sweet elderly couple having a picnic.
We finally got to see Grand Budapest Hotel! After dinner at the Bike Shop, we got fabulous margaritas (honey rosemary AND strawberry basil, yuuuuuum!) to-go, snagged the recliners at the Crescent, and plopped to enjoy a much needed Wes Anderson flick.