Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Me and My Girls
Members have come and gone, a lot, but we are still limping along. Although I think Marly, Rachel and I are the only original cast members still hanging around. And, honestly, if it wasn't for Marly, the whole thing would probably have fallen apart by now.
Although with decidedly less reading in recent months, I'm not sure it still qualifies as a "book club." Maybe more like a "hang out and talk about boys club".
(And by "boys" I, of course, mean everybody talks about their husbands and I talk about Ryan Gosling, who may as well just go ahead and be my husband anyway.)
But the emphasis is certainly not on the book part anymore.
(Oh, who are we kidding. Was it ever about the book?)
Our "book club" meetings generally have some kind of a theme, usually related to the book. Sometimes the theme comes first and the book is selected to match. Like, in March we have a green party and try to find a book that's somehow tied to Ireland or guys named Patrick or has a green cover.
My friend Stacey is the Queen-o-PartyPlanning and asked if she could take February because she had a super awesome idea for what to do for the Month of Love.
Staceys' super awesome party-i-mean-book-club idea was...get ready...Galentine's Day.
Now, on its surface, you're probably thinking, okay...so...?
Kind of like I did.
But Stacey had grand plans.
No, wait, let me correct that. Stacey had Grand Plans. And I have long since learned to trust her Grand Plans when they come to party time. I mean, book club.
|We're all about OVE.|
We're talking fondue.
With fancy cheese that tasted like wine. And chocolate that tasted like heaven. If heaven has a taste, which I'm pretty sure it does because I ate it last Friday night.
Personally, I would have been happy with the pot of cheese and a spoon, but Stacey insisted that we needed to actually dip stuff. We ended up with the biggest spread of bread and meat and veggies. And there were fruits and creme puffs and angel food cake and marshmallows--
(Which, apparently, were supposed to be for the chocolate. Thanks for telling me, guys.)
There was Mormon Champagne, because a party at Stacey's is not complete without a bit of bubbly. I'm referring, obviously, to the fancy stuff that comes from the Martinelli vineyard.
While we were eating and drinking and being marry--er, merry--Ryan Gosling was making out with Rachel McAdams in the background. Because how could we celebrate love without one of the greatest movies of all time, The Notebook. We didn't watch it. Except That One Scene. You know? The one that makes the whole movie worth watching and that caused girls in Utah to walk out in
Anyway, so with our palates satisfied and our moods lightened by cider and Ryan's face, we finally reached the purpose of our meeting.
Our book for the month was The Five Love Languages, and I'm sure you're thinking that we finally got around to discussing it.
Um, okay, sure.
Maybe we did for, like, five minutes or so. Comparing love languages and trying to guess each others' and finding out that we pretty much don't know each other AT ALL.
But that wasn't really why we were there.
Oh, no, there was more.
In the form of a White Elephant gift exchange.
In the form of a lingerie exchange.
(Don't worry, everything was NEW and UNUSED. Cuz, ew.)
But let's just say, those Mormon girls like their undies tiny, lacy, and covered in animal prints.
There was a lot of laughing, and a lot of giggling and a lot of uncomfortable "hmmmms". And everyone else was laughing and giggling too.
|Maybe I can use this for some of my chins...|
It was a good night.
Even if I did spend the next three days seizing from an overdose of pink and red hearts.
|I love my girls!|
(Okay, fine, she was actually here for another reason, but who cares? She made it to book club, and that's what really counts. Love you, Shawna!)
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