Damn I wish I had a digital camera

At least then you could actually see some of the ridiculous things I've been up to, rather than me always having to describe the debauchery. Hmph.
Anyway, I actually haven't been up to anything scandalous lately. This passed weekend was a pretty good one, though. Friday night was a very toned down bachelorette party for a friend of mine (whom me shall call "Charlotte" because she looks just like Charlotte from Sex in the City). I got to ride in a limo for the first time in my life, which was pretty exciting... though I gotta say, the whole riding-sideways thing isn't so great. Anyhoo, we had drinks and desert at the Cheesecake Factory (I had my first Mojito experience, and it was lovely), all paid for by the mother of the bride! Then we got to cruise around the city in the phat ride like we were cool. It was pretty funny seeing people try to peer into the tinted windows, expecting a celebrity I guess. Sorry to disappoint! But the driver even had a nifty little red carpet for our every entrance and exit. Ah, classic!
Saturday was the big event! And by that, I of course mean the wedding!
Okay, can I just start off by saying that I was even with a group of white people and we managed to arrive on Latino Standard Time!!! I swear, I had nothing to do with it!
All right, that's out of my system...
The wedding was beautiful, all classy and shit. There were INDIVIDUAL CAKES AT EVERY TABLE! Fat kid heaven! Oh.. and for the lush in me... OPEN BAR! (But try as I might, the 4 Amouretto Sours and glass of wine that I downed just didn't do the trick. Intoxication still out of reach. Damn...)
Oh, and there was even a wedding crasher, which I thought gave the night a little extra somethin'.
My dates, by the way, were two Emilys and a Kyle... who happens to be 12 years old. Okay, not really, but with his new haircut...we torment him as if he was our little brother. He deserves it. Anyway, the Emilys (and yes, in this instance we shall refer to them as one... because it's funnier) are a hoot to have as wedding dates, especially when one is trying to give the other driving directions. Seriously, I think you can still find the tire marks somewhere out on Dublin Rd. If it wasn't so funny, it would have been mildly terrifying.