Hen night/stagette/kitchen tea!

Last night I learned that  in Australia, a bachelorette party is called a "hen night."  In Canada, they're referred to as "stagette" nights, and in South Africa it's called, "kitchen tea."  All of these terms I like more than bachelorette party.

Why all this discussion about kitchen tea you ask?  It's all because of this little lady.
She's getting married! So last night a group of swell gals got together and celebrated her way to matrimony.

VFB.

The night started out with some of this.

It ended after a lot of dancing that looked like this...

And then the next morning I woke up to this...

Prrrrrreeeeeettttttty, prrrrreeeeeetttty, prrrreeeeeeetttttttty good.

I'm very excited for next week's wedding festivities.

Mom & Sister visit teaser

Hmm... I wonder what we've gotten ourselves into.

Ring the alarm

Last night as I was driving home, the Nissan Frontier in front of me stopped at a red light and...CHINESE FIRE DRILL! Four 16 year-old girls and one shirtless (and no doubt, ecstatic) 16 year-old boy ran around their car like fools. It's going to be the best spring break ever. What a shame they're too young to head over to Senor Tadpole's because Oh yes there absolutely will be a magarita in my mouth. SPRINGBREAKWOOOOHOOOOW!

A walk to Ellis Cove

The cats are ready to hear about Ellis Cove too.

On Sunday, Nicholas and I decided to take a walk.  We walked along the water North towards Priest Point Park.  When we reached Ellis Cove, we entered the forest and went on a little hike.

Good thing we weren't going to participate in group running.

A tree in a stump!

The cove!

Trillium!

I also bought a new succulent on Sunday...

And one on Saturday.

After work, I went to Canvas Works to pick out some material to make pillows.  I love making pillows.  Nick hates throw pillows.  Oh well, this is for the guest bedroom.  I bought down pillow forms at Ikea and needed to pick out some fabric.

Genevieve already approves.

Genevieve's fake poop toy in the background (one of her favorites)

Then we made pizza.  I'm going to go eat that now!

underwater fences

One of my favorite things about spring is how creeks and ponds overflow and partially submerge fenceposts. It's all wrapped up in my angsty-wilted-romantic-nature impulse...the same one that makes me want to lie on my back in a pioneer cemetary (the one along I-90 would do nicely) or live inside a dilapidated barn or drive into a frozen lake in the  middle of winter (actually, all these desires could be fulfilled along I-90).

I'm into this even with the airport Park n' Ride lot in the background.

There are fenceposts here. Look harder.

Still nothing much going on. I've decided not to talk about my dreams from last night, except to say that they did involve a horse inside my apartment and a snow shovel. Yeah, it was a real trip.

Doctor what?

Today was our history day at the Museum. Galleries, live music, Campbell House, projects for kids, antique tractors, historic displays about the railroads and fire fighting, and Salish songs and stories. Also, re-enactors. You heard me (read me). Fur trappers (Spokane House), Civil War (Union, Confederate, and a wandering Lincoln {quite robust, in fact too robust}), and Renaissance (um...ladies, pirates, and others in costumes from various eras, in my estimation beyond the Renaissance).


The Spokane House people are awesome. They bring the coolest stuff, smell like leather and smoked salmon and frontiersman (and now the Museum smells like that too), and their costumes are out of sight. They're legit to the tenth power.


The Civil War people...less legit, a tad sloppy joe. They sort of fumble around the grounds--you know, drilling, shooting their guns, taking pictures with the Lincoln. Maybe if the state of Washington participated in the Civil War... Oh wait. We didn't become a state until 1889 (I think).


And the Renaissance people. OK, they were at Living History Day because we have a Leonardo da Vinci exhibit coming this summer. Ummm...let's just say the Renaissance re-enactors bring something special to the mix. Something crazy. Crazy to the max. Have you ever been to a Renaissance Fair (or Faire, as milady might call it)? If you have, there's no need for further explanation. If you haven't, just watch this to get some idea and then take away the knights and replace them with guys dressed up like Inigo Montoya (which, in itself, is not a bad thing) and also add lots of bosoms. Lots and lots. I have this feeling that Renaissance fairs and festivals are a chance for certain types of nerds to be skanky in other centuries...under the guise of history.


I have bunches to say on this subject, but I'm going to stop right here because it only gets more mean-spirited. And since I now feel guilty for writing mostly everything above this sentence, I'm going to try to lessen my guilt by talking about my own nerd predilections.


Last night I had a zombie dream (of course I did) where a group of us escaped a particularly nasty area of town by stealing a car using a sonic screwdriver. And if you know what a sonic screwdriver is, why are we not already married?


There you have it: I'm not fit to judge other nerds. (However, I do feel like I can pass judgement on trashy skanks.) This is what happens when nothing's going on in my life and the sisters don't post anything for days and days. You end up hearing about my zombie dreams. Sigh.


Just so you don't think I'm terrible, here's a picture of me cuddling Abbie's Andy Gibb doll. See? I'm nice.