That Just Happened!

Saturday Night was Stephtastic’s Bachelorette. I finally got my voice back today. It was fun, but of course all the gory details are unfit to print.  I must say it was a learning experience. 

Things I Learned at My Sister’s Bachelorette.

1. Boys will do anything for a girl in a veil.  Anything.
2. Everyone wishes the bridesmaids good luck as well.  Everyone just wants us to be “lucky”.
3. The amazingly fabulous guy at Starbucks lets us take “one more” picture in the store, even though it isn’t allowed.  Apparently brides can break the rules.
4. MPW is the most patient man in the world.  He picked us up at 3:00 in the morning and drove the girls to the hotel while every time the car stopped I yelled out the window to random people on the street “My sister’s getting mar-ried” (hence no voice).  Hey, it’s Toronto.  There are always people awake.
5. Cops like getting their pictures taken.  I think it improves their community image.
6. Girls give their boyfriends dirty looks when they see others getting married.
7. VIP is the only way to go. Now I know why the celebs like it.
8. I dolook good in a tiara.  Stephtastic is right, my head is made for them.
9. People want to get their pic taken with the bride-to-be.  She’s kind of like Madonna that way.

Since I can’t give the gory details, here are some PG pics from the night.

Tiara's Are Made For Me

Um, Nuf Said.

Stephtastic and Her Future Sister-In-Law

Yeah, That Just Happened!

I love Starbucks.  I know I am paying a lot of money for milk, coffee and a little bit of chocolate syrup, but there is something about ordering a “Decaf Grande Nonfat No-whip Mocha” that just makes me feel so grown up.  I realize with the decaf mocha it is really just glorified hot chocolate, but again, it just makes me happy.  I try not to make it a daily event because it can get expensive, but I decided to treat myself this morning before work. 

I placed my order with the Barista and handed him the money.  $10.10.  He looked at me strangely, but said “okay…”  I wondered what was the matter, but when I looked at the register I saw $4.64.  Immediately I realized my error.  I apologized saying “I had it in my head I was ordering a Venti, that’s why I gave you the 10 cents.  Cause they are $5.09″  He laughed and said “no problem, I was wondering why you gave me a dime.  Well here’s your change.” 

Already I felt like a total dolt.  I mean I ordered decaf for cryin-out-loud.  I couldn’t even use the excuse “oh it’s before my morning coffee”!  I just waited for him to give me my change and as I am walking away he feels some reassurance is necessary so he says…

“Don’t worry.  I’m here to serve, not to judge.”  But I think he already did.  

Yeah, That Just Happened!