Did I get you at sex shop?
Did you just go back to read my title?
I know...where the hell I been right?
You've missed me a bit?
I realize it's been over 3 whole weeks since I've posted last...that's like 3 years in blogtime I think. Where do I start?
Maybe...the sex shop?
Yeah. Alright. You twist my arm, I talk. (Rambler stretching arm toward you)
I'm not a frequent goer to the sex shop. I blush every time I pass one. I pretend I don't know about things like dildo's and blow up dolls.
So when BFF's bridal party sleepover came up, it was time to suck it up (my courage, you dirty's) and put on the sexy no grandma style panties and drag my Crackity Crack Family BFF with me. She vacations in Hawaii from California and I tell her she must go with me.
Our husbands watch the kids....and we go. At nighttime....since for some reason it seems more seedy and appropriate to walk into a sex shop for bachlorette toys and games. I debated wearing a sign that said that.
We drive there, and I'm giggling. Me and the CCFBFF talk about the crazy things they sell in there. (NOT that we would KNOW things like that). I told her the last time I walked in about 2 years ago for a past bridal shower I threw, the cashier screamed a welcome as I entered so others would look at the new 'arrival'. (FOR.THE.LOVE.)
I was alone. It was intimidating looking at boobies, and va jay jays and ding dongs because they can't help but jump at you as you make your way to the bacholerette section in the FAR rear of the store.
Going with someone is soooo much better. More giggling....more snickers...and wonder of how something so ahem, cough, ...big...could be comfortable. Let alone pleasurable.
Anywhoodle. Complete with dirty charade games and stick the slong on the hot macho man poster and candies with naughty words on it, we were outta there. (THANK.GOD.)
But not without scaring a couple with our conversation walking back to the car that included words like "What do they do to the plastic sheep?"..."Anal beads??" "Double headed??? What does that mean?"
Ahhhh, it's all about the good times in life...RIGHT?
My family was visiting in town and somehow I channeled my inner Martha Stewart and got more domesticated than I ever have.
It's great hosting family. No, for real. I had a good time doing it.
We tourist'ed around Oahu, put my diet on a serious scare due to excessive junk food eating, and let the sun bake my profoundly white skin back to a normal Hawaiian skinned color.
So the bridal shower was great. Some of her besties got together. We had such grand plans of streaking through the 5 star hotel after dinner, jumping in the pool, or checking out the lagoons. Drinking like when we were 19.
But we weren't 19.
We had a fantastic dinner at a restaurant down the road, drank good wine, ate amazing food and closed the restaurant down. (I know Hip Hop Hippie...I know...baddddd Rambler)
And the hotel shuttle that was supposed to be there due to this answer when I asked the driver how long the shuttle ran.
"Every half hour"
Apparently that was NOT correct. So we walked it back....which was totally fine. So 5 drunk girls walk around 11ish back to the hotel.
We got back to the room and we slowly realized we couldn't hang like the old times.
The bride passed out first, and then before I knew it I was snoring like a banshee.
So maybe I'll stop here... I'm slowly making it back into reading everyone's blog soon.
And I'm wishing my first lil sis Antibloggedy luck and support today. She's making a hellavu decision today.
Until later folks.
10 hours ago