Salutations to Single Shennanigans: Part 3 - Partying at Pier Park

Welcome back to the pre-wedding craziness!
When we left off, we were all dressed up and ready to go!

The front side of the shirt was the classy airbrushing, and the backside was a "to-do" list for the night.

So in true tropical, beach tourist ready to drink style - we headed to Margaritaville!

First up on the to-do list - take a photo with a man in uniform - DONE!

Wearing two veils tend to get people's attention.
(You'd be surprised how many people asked if it was my BIRTHDAY.... really? Do you wear a VEIL on your birthday? Am I missing out on some bday tradition?)
A young party girl came over and wanted to buy me a Washington Apple shot. She was going to do a shot with me until she got carded. Turned out, only 20 years old. And as it turns out, is was the SWEETEST, most disgusting shot ever... my reaction below says it all.

And, of course, what a bachelorette party without a blow-job shot?

When Ang got married to my bro, we did them at her bachelorette too. So I made her join me.

Ang!! You aren't supposed to use your hands!!!!

Another shirt to-do: Guy in a hawaiian shirt! Glad we went to margaritaville!

Guy wearing blue underwear. He couldn't have been happier to show it off.

Ready to close down the Margaritaville bar and move on.

So we headed over to Tootsies where there was a live band and dancing on the bar!

According to my shirt, I had to be serenaded. Nothing said I couldn't sing too!

Had to get a condom from a guy. There were VERY excited to be a part of the shennanigans.

And I had to kiss a guy named Adam.

Find a guy from California... I think he was wearing blue underwear too.

Getting less and less sober by the photograph.

I am a happy drinker. The more I drink, the louder I get and the more I laugh.
This is how much I love my readers. Enter, the terrible terrible talking/yelling photo.

Nothing better than dancing with the band.

Me and my MOH.

I have no idea what we are doing, but it sure is cute!

After quite a while of drinking and dancing - I was toasty! And while not toasted, definitely not-so-sober... so we went out to get some fresh air.

I really liked this guys hat. And he really liked dancing with Debbie.

This guy was VERY entertained with the flashing necklace.

And Lord only knows why, but he had an eel fishing lure with him.
But wait, it gets better.
His drunken logic meant that because it was my bachelorette party, and because I had a flashy necklace, I needed the fishing lure. So enter into the wedding weekend "Steve" the eel.

Only in the South does your bachelorette party mean that people must give you fishing lures.

And in true Panama City style, now that we had closed one bar, and out danced the band, we had to go to Corams!! (It's like a Waffle House, but local.)

mmmmm - hashbrowns!!
At this point, we got the messages from the boys that they were all down for the count and calling it a night. HA! We outlasted the boys and weren't hammered! We did, however, have a DAMN good time that I wouldn't have traded for anything.
We Win!
:)

Anyone else have any fishing lure or underage shot type of quirks for their party?

Salutations to Single Shennanigans: Part 2 - Lingerie Shower

So I left off with a somewhat dreary day with plans falling a part and the bad weather giving guests and friends trouble getting into town. Now most of the day has gone by and its time for my Lingerie Shower!! Nina made a fun invite:

Of course my size and bra size are wrong but oh well! Anyone notice who's hosting? Yeah, "The Church Ladies"... including the priest's wife and the headmistress of my elementary school!! Who's going to need therapy? Oh wait - thats me! Oy.

So we arrive, and the next thing I know, I'm wearing a flashing "bride to be" necklace and a veil... with a twist. :)

Oh yeah, those are devil horns. It was funny... I'm just REALLY glad it wasn't phallic.
So there was a great spread of food, lots of talking, and some great mango mojitos.

Most of these women have known me since I was 3 years old. And the one in the blue green jacket is my mom.

So then the present opening started and the embarrassment began...

Did I mention THE CHURCH LADIES threw this shindig??
Actually, it was a lot of fun and it wasn't all lingerie.

The above pancake griddle pan was given with banana pancake mix and a pancake flipper. I was told I would understand it more on Saturday. ... huh? Its pancakes! YUM! What's to understand?

Brilliant idea for anyone going to a lingerie shower who doesn't want to give lingerie - hangers!!

Just below is me cuddled up in my SOFT new robe! I love it!

So, just below was from my mother with her suggestion of my wedding it on the wedding night! :)

THANKS MOM! :-D
Loving the feet!!

Well, that was her funny gift. Her real one was the beautiful white one below.

Above is the top part of a red hula lingerie outfit. It was fun.
Below is the "proper attire" for preparing my hubby a snack. (Note: the proper attire only includes the bowtie and apron skirt!)

Apparently, I was ready to beat someone with the rolling pin.

Unbeknownst to me, MaryEllen had written down what I said as I opened all the gift and was now reading them back as "things Michelle will say on her wedding night." It was hilarious!!

So with the shower ended, now it was time to get ready for going out. In true Panama City style, the girls had made me a airbrush t-shirt. They decided that a tshirt was too plain, so we had to jazz it up with some bows at the shoulders.

Add in an additional POOFY veil and some leis, we were ready to hit the town!

Stay tuned for part 3!!

Hint - it involved Margaritaville and a fishing lure. Only in the south.

Salutations to Single Shennanigans: Part 1

Adam and I had 2 very different perspective and plans for our "last hoorahs". And I don't mean that he wanted strippers and I wasn't ok with it. I mean that he planned the bachelor parties of a few of the guys in charge of his, so there was retribution to be had. Add to that that my eldest brother also being in charge of planning and you've got on hell of a night that will probably end up in a TERRIBLE hangover and some serious bruising. Below is Adam at bachelor party of his best man, Jon. (There was even a ball and chain that they wrote his bride's name on!)That night ended with most of them kicking back food and hungover and oversleeping to the point that they were late for the rehearsal the next day. Oops. So he was all kinds of nervous. It was a full day of planned drinking for him, starting with a fishing trip in the morning. Unfortunately, we woke up to a horrendous storm. Notsomuch with the fishing trip! So they were spending the day lounging about and running a few errands.

I was at the other end of the spectrum.

The insta-storm that had brewed up meant flights were being delayed, canceled, and rerouted left and right. One of my bridesmaids was stuck in Atlanta after her red eye flight from LA. Another was still in Gainesville because the terrible weather was making driving on I-10 a bit perilous. Adam's parent's and brother were stuck on a tarmac trying to get TO atlanta, and a few cousins and friends were scattered around various airports trying to figure out how to get to PC. I was calling everyone trying to coordinate phone numbers and locations so that if need be, someone could hold up a sign for "D/Z Wedding", collect a crew and rent a car. Not the best of mornings.

That evening, a group of women from my home church (most of whom have known me since I was 3 or 4) decided to through me a LINGERIE shower. The hostess list included the headmistress from my elementary school, a couple of my friends' mothers, and the priest's wife. All I have to say is, when I need therapy, it really isn't my fault.

However, other than that, there were no plans for me. For whatever reason, getting my bridesmaids to talk was like pulling teeth. And everyone was calling me asking what I was planning. My planning? Are you kidding me? I planned the rehearsal dinner and the wedding and the reception and ALL the details to go with that. I AM DONE. I was a bit perturbed for quite a while at this. Anytime someone asked me, I really began to wonder if blood really could boil from anger. But by Thursday, I just didn't give a damn. I knew I wanted to get my nails done, and Bliss was great from the pedicure, so I offered that all the girls could join me. Some did and we had a good time, and then ran some errands and ran into the boys running errands.

It was a very rainy day in a small town... and for the most part, our moods were matching the dreary weather. Anyone else start out their party evening on a less than fun note?