Girls Gone Wild to the Rescue

I must say that it's been a rough week. I had a 4-day weekend that, for the most part, I spent tinkering around the house and, for the most part, avoiding people. That is, except for Saturday night which was one of my best friend's birthdays, and no matter what, you have to put on a happy face and celebrate - after all, life goes on, and I'm sure my Grandpa would want me to rock out.

So, let me explain what happened, and this is NOT for my parents to read, or my siblings, grandparents, or anyone under the age of 18 or over the age of 55 (I can't be responsible for heart attacks). And let me preface the story by stating that I was, for the most part, the designated photographer and not a full-time participant. Also, I only engaged in the activities because I did it for the blog. It's been so blue and boring lately, I had to spice it up. So, I am not responsible, whatsoever, for my actions and behaviors.

Ok. So the main idea was to kidnap Steph with a limo and take her to dinner and roll around in style with some free booze (always a bonus) until the limo time limit ran out. Simple enough plan. So up we came where Steph was being "distracted" with some pre-dinner cocktails. After crouching behind the limo for about 15 minutes (pretty sure we walked away with joint dysfunctions), out she came. We ran up to her whipping confetti at her, which was quite amusing since we hit her with so much and she was surprised, so when she smiled she had actual confetti IN her mouth and on her teeth. I say that's pretty hot.

So back into the limo we bounced. Of course, we wanted to keep our bevs on ice, so, we had 8 girls in the limo plus a giant cooler - so classy. I must say, though, we looked pretty damn dashing. All dressed up to kill....or, er, well, you'll see.

We ponied on over to PF Changs where we stuffed our faces with food in record time so that we didn't waste our precious limo moments. Of course, we couldn't leave PF Changs without first making a complete scene - all in good fun, of course. By the end of dinner, we had the whole dining room singing "Happy Birthday" to Steph acapella, of course. (NOTE: If you ever go to PF Chang's in Santa Monica, can someone explain to me why there is a statue of Mr. Chang giving me the thumbs up sign? Bizarre.)


After dinner, Steph went to the ladies' room, where a young woman walked up to her and said, "I work for 'Girls Gone Wild' and I think your group would be perfect." I'm pretty sure Steph refused the fine offer based on principle and well, the possibility that our brother/father/boss would see us on there, but I still found it hilarious. And, apparently, the idea stuck in our heads for the rest of the ride.

After dinner our driver, Matt, took us up on PCH through Malibu and those fancy schmancy areas. But, we weren't really paying attention to the views outside the limo and I doubt Matt was either. See, I'm not sure how it all started, but, before I knew it, we had finished off a handle of Barcardi, two bottles of champagne and god knows what else, and clothes started flying (not mine of course). There were boobs EVERYWHERE. I truly was Girls Gone Wild in the flesh (oops, no pun intended). I think it began as a dare, but, there everyone was, posing for the camera acting as if they were on the cover of Playboy. It honestly, was one of the most hysterical things I've ever seen. I'm sure Matt the Driver thought it was, um, entertaining as well. And, to add more debauchery to the evening, some of the riders of the limo (no names) decided to engage in a makeout contest - with each other. Holy jese. I don't think I've laughed so hard and screamed so much in my life. It was great. Who the hell needs dudes to have a fun night? Just goes to show that our group of friends are not only fun but are absolutely crazy in a great way.

Now, unfortunately, for all you pervs out there, there will be NO pictures published. We have morals, you know. Don't make a single comment about pictures, because those are under lock and key and no amount of bribery will make me post them (of course, I do love expensive shoes and jewelry - just saying).

Now, Steph did say that she had the best birthday of her life, so I guess it was totally worth it. And who said "Girls Gone Wild" was only for the hot little 19-year olds? I definitely see a market for us older, more mature (yet still way hot) women. But, I promise (to you Mom, since I know you read this anyway), that you will NEVER see my face on one of those videos. I might run for President some day and I'm sure the PTA wouldn't appreciate it.

So, lesson learned: Life does go on and I can still laugh until my stomach hurts. Apparently, my friends were there to remind me of that, and I couldn't be happier.

Man, I can't wait for my birthday!! Who knows what will happen for that!!!!