My Liver Called...It Needs A Break

This is how my weekend started

Don't worry, it was just a warning

This how my weekend ended

Want the goodies in the middle? Too bad. Just kidding. Although my memory may be a little fuzzy. 

The husband and I jetted off this weekend on our respective bachelor/bachelorette parties. On Friday, I headed to Rehobeth and he to Virginia Beach, for a unhealthy dose of friends, fun and booze. By 11am, I was knee deep in a bottle (or maybe 2??) of champagne, along with the Bride, another bridesmaid and my sister-in-law. By 2pm, we were three bottles in and showed no signs of stopping. We took a short break to classy it up and head to dinner.  

Two bottles of champagne, several beers, and an interesting cab ride later and we were seated at a Hawaiian restaurant in Dewey Beach, perched perfectly across the street was the Rusty Rudder. One of the Bride's favorite bars. Dinner took an obnoxiously long time but soon after we headed across the street and proceeded to dance the night away...sort of. After 12 hours of drinking, the Bride was feeling a little too good and we headed back to the house. 

We started bright and early Saturday morning at Seacrets in Ocean City. We had beers, shots, lunch and more drinks. In that order. By 5pm we couldn't be paid enough money in the universe to pass a sobriety test. We headed out to meet our cab driver. We stopped at a liquor store on the way out and the Bride snuck in and bought two more bottles of champagne. The cab ride home was a stop and go affair...the cabby almost ran out of gas (thank God, I had to pee so bad I legitimately almost peed myself), and another bridesmaid may have needed to uh, um, stop for some fresh air.

Seacrets

Two more bottles of Champagne...

After arriving back at the house, we chowed down on some food, I think, and then decided the pool was an excellent idea, with beers and champagne in tow. Seeing the theme here? After an hour or so at the pool, we continued the night back at the house with a lingerie shower for the Bride which was quite the event. If you've been keeping score, at this point we've been consuming adult beverages for 8 hours and that includes, countless beers, shots and 3 bottles of champagne. Even a seasoned drinker would be feeling painless by then. A non-seasoned drinker due to two jobs and wedding and house planning, the Bride was bullet proof. Needless to say, she went to bed several  hours later, sitting up, after many, many, trips to the bathroom. 

Sunday morning was not a fun time for anyone, particularly her. The three hour car ride home felt like 12. Tired from an amazing weekend, we all reunited with our respective partners and settled in for an uneventful evening. Cheers to good friends, good times, and good beers. And to that thing called Champagne, we hate that bitch now. 

The husband came back sleep deprived, sun burnt and smelling like stale beer. I'd say he had a good time as well. 

Oh and if you really want to keep score, add my phone, a case of rug burn for the Bride, a swollen ankle for a bridesmaid and a smidge of self respect to the list of causalities this weekend.  Don't ask. It's safer that way.

Here's to the last hanker before the anchor (their wedding is nautical themed). If the bachelorette party is any indication of what their wedding will be like, my liver (and phone) is already begging to be traded in for a new one.