Summertime is Cool, the Heat is Getting Old

So, the Saturday Scavenger Hunt word this week was help. It's a a very versatile word. As usual, I'll be working it into my weekend update post. I also want to thank everyone for the great music suggestions. I used almost all of them for my bachelorette party playlist and it was awesome.

After this weekend, I do need some help recuperating. I had a great time, but I'm old, so I don't bounce back the way I used to. Mostly, I'm super sore from dancing for four hours straight. Ouch!

Yeah, so my friend D. decided to give the party a luau theme at the last minute, so we had tiki torches and leis, and grass skirts in addition to the Slip N Slide, kid pool, squirt guns and the obligatory penis cake that my friend Erika made special just for my girl crush's bachelorette party.

The Slip N Slide was super cool. They put two together and set it up on a hill for maximum speed. I didn't try it because I was worried I might mess up my knees on it and I have that notbeingabletorunaphobia.

I did participate in the squirt gun fight and even did a pseudo Charlie's Angels pose with my two girl crushes, before it dissolved into us shooting each other.

Once it got dark out, we all drove downtown to get the dance party started. Here is my girl crush with her 'Ho Fo Sho" cup when we first got downtown.

Then we decided to Lord of the Flies it up by painting her up with blue pool chalk. I didn't think it was possible, but she was even more adorable with the new look.

Later on, another bachelorette party descended down the stairs. They were way more mellow than we were, except for the gigantic inflatable pink penis she carried around with her and the fact that she did a belly shot off of one of the bartenders who was off-duty at the time.

Here is a group shot of most of us. I have no idea why I thought it was necessary to lick my girl crush's leg in this one, but I'm sure it made total sense at the time.

Here's the end of the night when we got my favorite bartender to not only do the Lawnmower dance, but also let someone take a picture of it. He really is the best sport ever. We certainly didn't need any help dancing around like dorks, but we sure appreciated the support of the Dublin Underground staff.