All I had planned this weekend was to float down the channel on Okanagan Lake, Everything else was supposed to be chill and relaxed and hijink free. Seriously.
I didn't plan on a bachelor party staying in our motel all weekend. With twenty hot guys between 26-29. (Dear diary, jackpot.) I didn't plan on drinking from 2pm til 4am straight. I sure as hell didn't think that the lake would be warm enough to swim in at 3am. Or that I would manage to slide down the slide into the lake without spilling my beer.
I didn't think I'd make out with a guy three hours after I slapped him out for suggesting such atrocity. The nerve. And that I'd almost get kicked out of the strippers for taking pictures. Not even of the strippers but the groom to be all pretty in his dress and makeup.
I sure didn't think his friends would ditch him to try to coug' it up so my partner in crime (Leanne) and I would be the ones to take him home and put him to bed. Or that the motel manager would be there when I tried to break into the hotel pool. Sans clothes.
It was just surreal to take pictures with Elvis at some point, break my phone for the millionth time, become friends with guys named Samantha, the Greganator, Farva and the hot waitress. Or that I'd be drunk til 10am. And have barely enough time to go for breakkie (Dennys-breakkie of champions) with my friend and his kids. It's very hard to not swear in front of children whilst hungover. Very hard.
I didn't think it would be one of the best weekends I've had in a long time, but it was and that's what makes those road trips so awesome. When there's no plans and just the want to have some fun in the sun. I'd post pics but already know the rules of the bach party are to not do that so will refrain.
Oh and I wonder if management was able to get the sandcastle worth of sand out of the bed. Don't ask.
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If pictures are taken by or with non-stripper women who weren't originally invited to the party, than those pics are ok.
Especially if they feature cleavage.
LOL - what a weekend you had! :) Sounds like a blast!
What a fucking awesome weekend that sounds like. I am officially jealous. Do you mind if I call you a bitch? Tough - I'm calling you one anyway!!!
haha I <3 that you didn't spill your beer down the slide. SCORE.
and I have for sure gotten kicked out of a strip club for taking pictures with my friends...not of the naked ladies.
You found Elvis??? And you didn't tell anyone. Drinking just cost you a fat pay day girl.....
Hahahah oh my goodness! Well, if you're not supposed to show pictures, then that's evidence enough that you probably had a BLAST!
Mike- In that case, pictures coming up shortly.
Tricia- It was a trip, that's for sure.
Paula- am I still a bitch if you're invited to Okanaganfest 2009?
Maxie- It's not like we're on the poles going wild up there, right? Right?
Mike- I have pictures to sell to the Enquirer. It's all set.
Angela- pictures have ruined my political career before it ever started.
kindly put up the pictures plz...n blog updated
We need to hang out sometime.
Sounds like a very fun weekend.....very fun, indeed.
Well, let's see what I did last weekend...
Played video games, did pretty much fuck-all, and tried to discover the source of belly button lint (I failed).
I'm trying to figure out if my life sucks in general, or just sucks compared to yours.
booyah. sounds like fun. you're a hilarious writer by the way. love it
You're still a bitch but in the nicest possible way!!! ;)
maverick- no pictures. bach party rule.
chris- when you get married, let me plan your stag please?
lotus- most weekends are around here!
the chemist- sounds like some of my fridays. let me know when you find out about the lint cause i wanna know!
nritchie-thanks, you're fun too. party, sometime?
paula- i can deal with that :)
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