Tomorrow morning Jason, his groomsmen (along with 10 other guys) are headed to the southern-most point of the U.S. of A.
They'll be fishing and partyin' it up for 4 days straight. Now the "normal"shenanigans that goes on at bachelor parties don't really concern or worry me. Not at all actually.
It's the "normal" things that these guys do that worries me. Actually, scratch that - frightens me! Let's just put it this way, the last few times I've left Jason home alone and he's hung out with his friends like he's in his early 20's - I receive picture text messages like this...
Yup, in a hospital.
Needless to say, these next few days, I'll be doing anything and everything to keep my mind off of him damn-near killing himself this weekend. Otherwise I'll be waiting on pins and needles for him to call and say he's okay.
So, my plans...
I'm attending my first book club, where we'll discuss none other than 50 shades of Grey. FUN!! I've never been to a book club, so this should be fun for me. Especially because I'm obsessed with this book
And I'm SO ready for a fun girl's night. I'm planning to head out to my favorite Country bar with a few girlfriends
(ew: I do not miss our old white fridge)
Any one want to come to Orlando and keep me company? I'll supply wine, lots of it.