Just a regular Sunday afternoon

This post is dedicated to my very best friend, who still loves me despite my shenanigans.

Sunday was finally the big day of S + T's engagement party and after weeks of talking and somewhat blowing him off, Stage 5 Clinger and I decided to go together. After all, he is the Best Man and I'm the Maid of Honor - wouldn't that be just darling?

Days before the party, S5C was getting entirely too excited about our 2 hour roadtrip together. I was recieving texts, Facebook messages (ending in "xoxoxoxox!!!!!!!" and even one picture message of a note that said "Can't wait to see you! XOXO!" (Anyone who knows me knows that the use of 'xoxo' and excessive exclamation marks from a boy will rule him out immediately in my book.)

So it was Sunday morning. I was about 20% hungover and had only had a few hours of sleep when I got up at 8:30 (at another boy's house, who only slightly uses excessive exclamation marks) to go home and get ready. As I was doing my makeup I recieved a text message and all I could see were way too many '!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'s.

"OMG!!!!! I'm so excited!!!!!!!!! What are you wearing? We should match!!!!!!! OMG THIS IS GOING TO BE SO FUN!!!!!!" I responded with, "OMG. Stop."

Whoa, buddy. It's not even 9 a.m. and you're already bombarding me with the OMG's and the !!!!!!!!!'s. At that moment, I realized the day would not be as laid back as planned. I had to be on guard in case he started throwing too many punctuation marks at me in the car.

So I put on my purple and white sundress, print out the directions and I'm on my way. To go pick him up. Because his car currently is hardly functioning enough to drive 2 hours there and back. Awesome.

I'm at his house and he gets into the car, wearing a blue polo and khaki pants - which I basically had to pick out for him from all of his questions about jeans/khakis?, tie/no tie?, button down/polo? He proceeds to ask me why I didn't tell him that I was going to be wearing purple because he would have gone out and bought a purple polo so that we could match. No thank you.

Our drive begins and I'm tired and hungry, which means I'm cranky. He starts singing and dancing in the car. He tells me about the amount of money he spent on a gift. He texts me to tell me that I look nice (yes, as I was sitting in the car right next to him). It was just all too much for a sleep deprived, hungry girl to handle.

We arrive at our destination. Thank God Best Friend saves me as soon as we walk in the door and I give her a Cliff's Notes version of the drive. We decide it's clearly not what S5C had in mind for what the day would be.

Before anyone else showed up I grabbed a Coke and lots of finger foods. I figured that'd be the best beverage selection for my lack of sleep and my excess of beer the night before. Everyone began to arrive, as did Dub - one of the funnest girls in the world to drink with. We all stuck with our sodas at first but sometime around 1 p.m. I whispered to Dub, "I really want some wine..." and she whispered back, "Me too!" We haul ourselves into the kitchen and crack open the frosty cold bottle of white wine sitting on the counter. After one glass I'm already tipsy. Tipsy enough to want a second one right away. Apparently Dub felt the same way.

We down another glass of wine and end up talking to Best Friend's future step-mom. I'm trying to pretend that I don't think she's crazy as she's telling me entirely too much about her life. Dub is standing next to me, nodding to pretend like she's also interested in the conversation. I look over and Dub is looking down at her wet arm. "I spilled!" She had apparently, for no reason, turned her entire glass of wine over. Spillage on the floor. She ran away so I was forced to clean it up - which made anyone standing around think that I spilled my wine. That was sign #1 that Dub had consumed too much and we should probably stop. But we continued.

I force another glass or two down her throat and at this point all we can do is giggle at each other about how drunk we are in this gorgeous home surrounded by all of these strangers, all the while trying our hardest to pretend we aren't drunk. Dub's fiance also joined in on the fun, encouraging me to have her drink more, which was just hysterical to me.

Time for food! We all herd inside to get in line for food and I'm standing behind Dub, and in front of Best Friend's aunt, who's also in the wedding party. This is where I realize I've had too much. I begin to talk to Aunt and proceed to spill my wine on her. Did I mention she is pregnant? Yes, I spilled wine on a pregnant woman. I then broke the one rule that I NEVER allow myself to break: I told her my baby names. What was I thinking?? Anyone could have overheard and, BOOM!, there go my 2 wonderful names for my future princesses.

Sidenote: It is a strict rule of mine that I do NOT share my future baby names with ANYONE, for fear that they will be taken since all of my friends are getting married like, yesterday, and I have no wedding, let alone baby, in sight.

After eating, and probably talking entirely too loudly and obnoxiously - truthfully I can't really remember - I decided that glass #5 would be it for me. We stayed a little longer and then everyone began saying their goodbyes.

S5C took my keys and we headed to my car. (We didn't talk much during the party because, thankfully, we both had too many other friends to play with other than each other.) On the way home I passed out for about an hour so that killed a lot of time that I had to be annoyed with him. He didn't seem to excited when I woke up either.

We get to his house and he gets out of the car and hugs me and that's that. I think he expected a road trip of love but all he got was a road trip of reality. He also didn't offer any compensation for the drive that used an entire tank of gas - no dinner, no offer for gas money. (I'll also add that S5C enjoys flaunting the amount of money he makes, so this did not bode well for him at all.)

I ended the day with Boston Market and a 9:30 bed time. Too much wine, friends and fun for this little girl to handle!

S5C hasn't called, texted or even poked (which was part of the Facebooking going on days prior) me since Sunday. Which is fine. But I'm wondering if I should rethink my hard partying ways at engagement parties. Apparently they tend to scare others off.