Phone call from Meggie last Sunday morning.
So, honey how do you feel?
Like I’ve been hit by a truck. My face looks like I’ve been hit by a truck too. But dammit my hair still looks good!
Ah the much beloved bachelorette party for my daughter. Damn did we have some fun. I took no photographs of the debauchery because, well, it’s nobody’s fucking business. I do have to say that I was glad to be part of the festivities. I helped the bridesmaids decorate for the party. No, we did not use condoms as balloons. We had a tropical theme since Meg’s getting married on a beach in Key West. We do have a little class. Except for the fact that the party goers drank 4 dollar bottles of wine and rum punch that looked like Tidy Bowl toilet cleaner. We do have a little class. I helped with the food too. We had to make sure the party goers had something in their stomachs to soak up the booze.
We had dinner first at Mongolian Barbecue. I love that place. It’s so damn loud there. We laughed at the grillers as they sang to the bride to be, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye. They made her wear a veil of tin foil and paper towel. One of the grillers hit on her. Told her he wished he’d met her before she got engaged. As she was walking back to the table she told M, “he doesn’t remember, but I met him a few years ago at a frat party.” Ah well, some men are just stupid players. So stupid they don’t remember someone that they hit on a few years back at a party.
By the end of dinner my ADHD was in high gear from the sights and sounds of the restaurant. The clanging of the griller’s metal cooking utensils on the circular grill. The noise of our silly conversations. The droning voices of the other diners. The music, the bright lights, all of it was dizzying. I told my friends and Meggie, “there’s no way in hell I could work here. I’d lose my ever loving mind!” Meggie and I shared a deep-fried Oreo. I think I gained four pounds on the spot. I looked at my girl next to me, told her, “thank you for letting me be a part of your last hurrah.” She said, “of course Mom. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I rode back to our home town with L. She and I have been besties for 30 years. She told me about her impending divorce. About wanting to find someone new. That it was so damn difficult. We laughed as we shared stories from the informal class reunion the night before. I told her, “I’m all grown up and when I stood in that bar last night, I felt like I did when I was 17. Like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole.” She reiterated that she felt the same way too. I said, “maybe that’s why I never went to a reunion before. Because if I really wanted to hang out with any of the fuckers I wouldn’t have waited 25 years to do so.” L just laughed at me and shook her head.
Back at one of the bridesmaid’s houses we settled in for a sex toy party. Meg and I were the comedy team. The dirty things she and I talk about make some people blush. We don’t care really. It’s like a dare for us. Let’s see what the other can say to get someone to laugh or raise an eyebrow. One of my friends stuck a vibrator on my back. I looked at her and said, “don’t do that, it makes me hawt!” She looked at me and said, “girl you’re crazy.” “Of course I am”, I replied, “It’s one of the reasons why you love me.” She just smiled at me and nodded her head yes.
I watched the girls slowly get plastered. I watched them laugh uproariously at our antics. At the stories we shared. I think I told them not to have sex on a beach because they’ll get sand in their vagina and it will hurt like a mother! I took in the sight of these girls that I’ve known since they were young. I looked at them and realized they are all grown up. They are young, viable, productive adults. Saturday they were drunk and funny as fuck. I was glad I was there. I’m damn glad that my daughter and I have the kind of relationship where she isn’t embarrassed of me. That we are friends, even though we are mother and daughter.
Believe me, the friends thing didn’t happen till she was out of the house. Even now I can switch back to Bitch Mom in a heartbeat. And she can switch back to Bitch Daughter just as quick. These last 20 days are going to fly by. Roger Darling and I need to pack so we can head to Florida and get on a ship. Meggie’s life will be forever changed on this trip and so will ours. For the good. Most assuredly for the good.
Fell into a culture gap here. Thud, curses. Tidy Bowl? i think I know what you mean, but don’t recognise the brand name. and to be frank, tidy is not an adjective you can apply to a toilet when users have had a hard night on cheap wine and tacos. Or kebabs and Guinness.
I think I get the idea, though
It’s a brand name of toilet cleaner here in the states. The rum punch had blue curacao in it. And that’s what it looked like. Toilet cleaner. 😉
Blue curacao? Probably tasted like toilet cleaner too, but when you’ve has a shedload of alcohol, who gives a shit? That’s what toilet cleaner is for
Congratulations! And I’m glad you were able to enjoy it thoroughly with appreciation and wonderful reflection. I love the sand in the vagina warning — hahahaha!
It was a fun night. I’m sure I said other very inappropriate things, but that one stuck out in my mind the most. Glad it gave you a laugh.
Steady on here, there are some male readers here
But it reminds me of a joke. A camel herder in the Sahara comes across a woman buried to her neck in the desert.
‘Please, help me, dig me out.’
‘I might. what’s in it for me if I do?’
‘Sand.’
Sorry that’s a truly atrocious joke. But it is funny, isn’t it?
Quite funny. I’m laughing uproariously. Really I am.
Maybe it’s a guy joke. I can’t be totally PC all the time, you know. I have a y chromosome 😉
Honey I’m never PC. Fuck that noise. Say what you want here.
you know, I try really hard sometimes to be PC, then I lose patience and go ‘Oh bollocks I’m a bloke stop being such a fucking wimp.’
Just cos I like women, and I do, but not as a predator, no reason for me to treat them with kid gloves
I agree completely. In some respects I think like a man. But my heart, my heart is all woman. I’m a dirty pirate hooker, but I have a soft heart.
My reaction to people who don’t get me? Well fuck them. tough luck if you don’t like it. Stop reading me. Fuck off
Sorry, a bit sweary there. It’s a Brit reticence thing going on
Oh my dear I’ve known other Brits. Not to worry you can say fuck as much as you fucking want my fucking page. Bahahahahahahahaha!
Well fuck them then. i’m sorry, I get a bit cross sometimes. But fuck them, fuck all you mealy-mouthed fuckwits, you hopeless, fuckwits you.
Gosh, that’s a bit angry isn’t it? the Brit in me is a bit embarrassed
How did I do on the ‘fuck’ front? 🙂 Sufficiently angry?
Awesome!
Weird this, cos I sometimes think a lot like a woman. Then my y chromosome takes over.
when I meet that pesky strand of DNA, there’s going to be a bit of a ruck
This sounds so awesome – and I’m thrilled for your daughter and her wonderful mom. What a fabulous relationship you ladies have with each other and what a fabulous event to celebrate! Enjoy every moment – I know you will!
Thanks honey. I’ll do my very best to sit back and let her enjoy her special day. I love my future son in law. He fits into our family perfectly. He looks like Eddie Vedder too. I should have adorable grandchildren some day.
Laughing…let’s get through the wedding first though, ok?
Oh honey absolutely!
I’ve given you a blog award, You’re going to need to build a trophy room! http://moonbeammcqueen.com/2012/11/28/dear-oh-dear-blog-of-the-year/
Oh Moonbeam thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You were one of my very first followers. I love ya darlin’!
Love the new pictures of you. Vaginas in the sand. Love that.
Thanks honey. Remember no sex on the beach. Ever! Hahahahahahahaha.
love mongolian. love key west. never been there though, intentionally, because i know that if i go, i’ll never leave. i hear a two bedroom bungalow goes for $350,000. i’ve always said that if nobody can find me, start looking on martha’s vineyard. now i’m thinking key west instead. especially since there’s a clothing optional bar. i like clothing optional.
Mongolian was so fun. Hell, the whole night was. My cheeks hurt from smiling and my voice was hoarse from laughing so hard.
Why am I not surprised you’d like a clothing optional bar? I think I’ll leave my clothes on. No one wants to see me naked. Giggle.
If you run away to Key West take me with you. PLEASE! I think I could live on a beach for the rest of my life. Hell, I know I could. Just give me a pen and notepad and I’ll be set. Oh and sunscreen. Can’t forget the sunscreen. Sigh…..
Reblogged this on The White Rabbit's Cafe and commented:
Go on a Rene Rendezvous! This time, she takes us to her daughter’s bridal shower. Her style is refreshing for tired eyes–sweet and good humoured in a bad girl way. Love her!
Thanks for the reblog sweetheart. It warms this silly heart of mine. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
🙂 Warm wishes.
haha sounds like so much fun! ^^ i so envy the mother-daughter relationship you guys have!! ahh yes… the sand, i hear ya ^^ lol
Our relationship is something else. We used to fight like cats and dogs. We still do, but we love each other too. Love her so. Can’t wait for the wedding. And the warm weather.
Wow. She must be really thankful she has such a cool mom 😉
Oh honey I wouldn’t call me cool. I’m just crazy and outspoken. She thinks I’m a kook. But we sure do love each other.
Sand up your twat Reneee… there speaks the voice of experience 😀
When my wife had her hen night I was very pleased that she asked MY mum along ( so was my mum! ) and they became great friends, so much so that my mum would take my wifes side if we ever had a disagreement.
It’s great when you can get on with your kids ( and in laws) like that, when they ( the kids ) reach the age when you say fuck without having to worry that their mum or dad is going to come around with a large pointy stick and a bar of soap.
Rum punch with blue curacao.. you must have been shit faced!
I used to know a german girl and she used to drink white wine with coke ( a cola 🙂 ) ewww!
However when I tasted it , it was surprisingly ok, you just had to not think about what you were drinking.
Shame there’s no photos, but I understand why, there better be some from Key West though Sparkers, or there will be a lot of people disappointed 🙂
Hope you enjoy your weekend Renee, don’t work too hard preparing for the wedding, take some time and chill little sister 🙂
love n hugs xxx
I didn’t drink my dear. Not to worry there will be pictures from the wedding. I’ll be sure to post some. It’ll be strange not to have internet access or my computer with me for a week. I may just get a few chapter ideas written down. We’ll see. I’m so ready for a vacation. Need warm water and sun. Winter sucks.
So glad to hear that your mom and wife got on so well. I did too with my mother in law. She was a great woman. I miss her so. Wish she could be with us for Meggie and Chris’s wedding. Ah well, she will be. In spirit.
Have a terrific day my sweet friend. xoxoxoxoxo
When I said ” you ” Renee what I really meant was your party, not you specifaically as I know you don’t drink .
I remember a post you did not so long about things, and not drinking now was one of them, well done!
Key West eh.. they are bound to have Wifi in the hotel.. so who knows there might be a steamy sand post from a Florida beach, complete with scratchy bits 😀
Raise a toast to absent friends ( soda water for you 🙂 ) and never forget her, she will be there one way or the other.
Thanks, I’ll certainly try, you too Renee
xxx
What fun! Big Congrats on many levels!
Thanks love. Thanks.