So my best friend is awesome. Very awesome. I was reaching the stress limit last week what with my Mum and step-Dad landing on Thursday, trying to get the house in some semblance of order and cleanliness while trying to get a few of the last minute wedding tasks sorted like helium for the balloons and the lunch after the wedding ceremony and the timing of everything to get to the Reception on time. Oh and the hen night. M said, "what do you need me to do? Give me a job, a task." I am in project management and for some reason I thought I should be able to manage working my high stress job, parent an active 3 year old, run a household and spend couple time with my fiance while trying to plan our wedding. I should no better. The secret to effective Project Management is knowing who and when to assign work. So I'm an eejit that didn't think it through.
Anyhoo, M calls me at work on Wednesday last week and says "I made some calls and sorted out your ballons. That was bothering me." She thought I was going to be mad but I was so not mad, grateful and a bit ashamed that I didn't ask her or trust her to do anything for me. She is my very best friend and maid of honour (or Chief Bridesmaid, as she likes to call herself - she'd even like a badge stating this ;D). So thanks to my lack of anger on this, she started to pick up the threads that I dropped and she sorted them out in quick order. I wish she had done it sooner or I had realised how really effective and capable she was/is. Glad it's not to late in any case.
I sent her a list of 6 names, emails and mobile numbers of the ladies I wanted to invite to my hen night (this is a female stag party or stagette for those in North America). A lot of hen nights here in Ireland and in the UK end up being drunken nights of debauchery, depravity and disgusting actions that leave the guilty party paralysed with remorse and hoping the unwritten rule of "what happens on the hen night, stays on the hen night".
I am 45 years old, mother of a 3 year old boy and have far too much self respect to find myself puking in a gutter or being felt up by drunken eejits who think that because I'm getting married I'm looking for a last fling. So I wanted a more classy night. I was hoping to do a theme night but that depended on getting to use someone's house to retire to for games, food and watching Marilyn Monroe and Lauren Bacall in "How to Marry a Millionaire".
M came through admirably with time constraints and venue constraints and we had a fantastic evening out in a local bar that makes cocktails by the pitcher. I was treated the whole night, all drinks and food and the service was fantastic. We were very happy the whole night, the only thing I would change would be to have the DJ play better music more consistently (Who goes from Footloose to Country Roads? Lame Irish DJs, that's who.) and they didn't have to play the music so loud that we were shouting at the person sitting next to us.
My Mum was along for the night and we had the best time. We rolled in at 1 am, giggling Mum and me because she thanked the taxi driver for the "ride" without realising in Irish colloquial terms that she just thanked him for sex. We were in bed by 2 am and I was up at 8.30 in the morning feeling a little bit woozy but not hung over and no headache, probably mostly thanks to the B Complex vitamin and pint of water I had before I went to bed.
It was nice to have the kitchen to myself, feed my son when he got up shortly after me and then wash the dishes and get my juice started for all the adults (6 apples, 6 carrots, 2 oranges, 1 lime, cube of ginger, half a cucumber and 1 sweet potato). M called me at 10.30 sounding rough as barn door and I told her I was juicing. She said she needed fried eggs and toast and I said I was doing a fry for everyone for breakfast; eggs, bacon, tomato, mushroom and toast. She said she'd be right over.
I went upstairs with the juice for Mum, John and Adrian and only found Adrian. I could hear the fan on in the ensuite bathroom where my Mum and John are sleeping but there was no answer at the door. So I took their juice back downstairs and John then came down and I handed him his juice. My Mum was still asleep which was a wonder because the woman is usually up at the crack of dawn. Granted they just arrived Thursday so they're probably both still dealing with jetlag but I think Mum drank more than she realised. Adrian came down, M came over and my Mum finally came down at 11.45 looking bleary but happy to have the yummy juice, her usual yogurt and a big cup of coffee. She couldn't believe she slept so late.
We had such a great time, M has booked a visit Sunday night so that Adrian, John, M's boyfriend D, other friends K and A and our friends coming over from the US for the wedding, C and S can enjoy the craic as well.
So yes, M is awesome and I am lucky in so many ways to have her in my life.
Adrian and I had our final dance practice tonight before the wedding. Still have to sort out the music playlists but will be doing a bit of that tomorrow. Gotta have it sorted by Thursday so it is pressing. M will likely have to come and sort that out too!
It's finally this week. I am going finally be married to Adrian this Friday, Valentine's Day.
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