I’m Aliveeeeeeeeee..

August 30th, 2010

barely.. wow.. what a weekend!! I am blogging it right now so that the sweet memories don’t escape my hazy mind.. while my skin hurts to the touch.. and I am trying not to fall asleep.. so here it is.. one helluva-hen-party.. 

I am thanking my lucky stars that I drove up Friday night.. instead of Saturday.. because traffic was a be-atch..  and that is an understatement.. it took me three hours.. 45 minutes of that was in non stop traffic.. stop and go. while I cursed to the driving gods that I am NEVER coming to Canada again.. unless it is for a marriage or a shower.. of course by the time I arrived.. it was long forgotten.. The  border guard gave me the usual slack because I had forgot to forge the “daddy’s is letting us cross the border” note.. and when she saw my sweet cellophane present on the passenger seat.. she had a chuckle.. I told her they were just sweet Rice Krispie “treats” .. and she let me through.. 

we drove straight to Petes Pizza (best pizza ever in Mission) picked up our order and drove my really antsy daughter to my mommas.. the stag vibe still had not set in.. mostly because I was tired.. missed a work shift.. and Olive screamed “BARNEY” to me any time I tried to turn that mofo off.. went to bed early in prep for the big day.. 

Saturday morning.. I arose to beautiful sweet sunshine.. and a loving text from my hubby 

sorry about the weather bubbas.. 

it was sweet.. because he knows that me and Miss. Sunshine do not calibrate very often.. but lucky for me.. it was sunny enough up here..

I met Nat Nat at the Ikea.. which took me about 8 hours to get to due to Port Mann traffic.. but alas.. we were together.. and it was time to party..  we were due at the Fairmont Pacific Rim at 1:00.. and I knew that even though I was late.. I would be the first one there ;) and i was.. 

we ate.. we laughed.. we talked.. we hot tubed.. we turned the fireplace on and off at least 5 times.. we enjoyed Sangria..  and the orangest oranges I have seen in a while.. 

It was an incredibly relaxing day.. chilling by the pool.. with many a bubbles.. thanks to Miss. Niki :) they were very appreciated.. 

this is me.. (SOOC) child free.. truly relaxed.. 

We moved on to the hotel suite to get ready.. aka.. try and do something with this hot mess of a pool face and hair combo.. I become one of those people who  no longer care what they look like after a pool lounge.. and will go shopping and out for dinner with makeup down my face.. and my wet bathing suit on under my dress.. but I decided to kick it up a notch forMiss. Rahel..  I had to walk to my suitcase in attack-zone.. and grab some essentials.. my remote key battery has been broken for a while.. so I ran to the car.. quickly jumped in .. set off the alarm.. than thought it would be a great idea to quickly get things out of the car..  because that doesn’t look suspicious at all.. setting off a car alarm.. than grabbing things as fast as I can.. I had not realized that i let my suitcase zipper open.. and whipped it out of the car.. only to toss my bras and undies.. and everything else I owned.. onto the dirty cement floor while cars were driving by.. already thinking I was robbing the car.. I gave up defeat in attack-zone.. and shoved everything in .. and just sighed..  continued to get ready and head out for the night.. 

we of course had to stop at Cactus Club for my our absolute favorite Spiked Frapp.. than started off to Sanafir.. (that is probably one of the only pics I am in..)

thankfully since that last time I ate there.. three years ago for Jens stag.. my palette has matured oh so much.. and I wasn’t as terrified of the menu..  Moroccan ribs.. hummus. and butter chicken it was.. but not without a returned favor of a muff diver.. oh yes.. penis cakes and muff divers people! They even brought it out with a candle..

we ate.. we drank.. and we were merry.. the highlight conversation of the night.. 

your allergic to bees?!

I love you Rahel Amanda-Lynn Staeheli..  nothing was sweeter than coming home to a Patio Party at Boston Pizza, Mission.. more great convo.. a 5 year old birthday party.. perogy pizza.. and some sort of stomach bug that 5 of us got from either something we ate.. or someone.. which is worse?!  maybe it was from the mans bald head?!

me and Nat Nat topped off our night with a random bike cab through the streets of Vancouver.. all 10 blocks from the hotel.. (thank you Craig).. it was freezing.. but we had laughter to keep us warm.. that and we were almost rear-ended by a taxi.. that sped up to apologize.. because he could see the fear in our faces.. underneath the smiles that was..  and that poor woman that had to lug us around.. did it with a smile on her face.. and raging dance remix coming out of her speaker systems..  Fairmont Pacific Rim had nothing on us we rolled in at 2am on this!!

but hey.. we were just supporting the locals.. and  that woman had thighs and an ass of steel!!

this is just a random cute photo of olive and daddy backing the car onto the road.. I fear the day that she is the one in the drivers seat :0