Party in the White Mountains

I'm back from the mountains of Lincoln New Hampshire. The bachelorette party was so much fun and I think the bride-to-be really enjoyed herself. I know I certainly did.

I left Thursday night with Fiona and Kerry to head up to the cabin in Limerick, Maine. The three of us stayed up until the early morning hours talking and listening to music around the fire. The next morning we were a bit tired but rallied with a good breakfast at the Hungry Hallow.

lake view from the cabin in Maine

It was tough to say goodbye to the lake but the mountains and the bride-to-be awaited us. We took the Kancamagus highway which goes through the White Mountain National Forest. I don't think I've been up that highway since I was a child. I forgot how beautiful it is. We pulled over a couple of times to take in the mountain views.

mountain selfie

After our scenic stops we finally arrived at the house on Loon Mountain. The house was beautiful and huge. We had no close neighbors so we didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone else with our bachelorette shenanigans .

view from the balcony

getting ready for the bride-to-be's arrival

Friday night we hung out at the house eating pizza and listening to music around a campfire. There was dancing and glittery temporary tattoos. Saturday morning was a little rough after staying up late Thursday and Friday. I took a nap to rally for Saturday night.

Saturday night we had dinner at a Mexican Restaurant in town called El Charro. The waitstaff was excited to have a bachelorette party and enjoyed our music selections on the jukebox. We also brought an inflatable blowup man we named Bernie. He was a big hit especially with a toddler at the table next to us.

Dinner at El Charro with the girls and Bernie (bottom right corner)

One of the waitresses suggested that we check out Woodstock Inn Station and Brewery since they usually have a live band on Saturday nights. After consulting the bride-to-be we decided that's where we'd head next.

Bride-to-be with her lightsaber.

The Brewery was packed and there were a lot of bikers who were in Lincoln for a bikers rally. We met Spyder, Buddy and Froot Loop. Sadly I did not get any pictures of them. The band was excellent and so was the crowd. There was one intoxicated woman who latched on to Germana and became a bit obsessed with her lightsaber. Germana's wedding is Star Wars themed so it was a necessary prop. Luckily she got distracted on the dance floor and we made a quick escape to the other side of the bar. We also met a bride who had just gotten married at the Brewery. We were all a little bit tired from Friday night so we headed back to the house around 12:30. and watched a movie on Netflix before bed. Partying in your 30s.

Sunday morning came all to quickly. We cleaned up the house and headed out to Benton's Sugar Shack for breakfast before the ride home. After we were full of pancakes and bacon we said our goodbyes.

Benton's Sugar Shack.  Worth the wait.

I would love to go back to the White Mountains with Derek at some point. I need to go to the mountains more often.

Mountains everywhere you look.

Impatient

The bride-to-be (L) and me from recent night out

This is a short workweek for me but it certainly doesn't feel like it. This weekend is my friend Germana's bachelorette party in New Hampshire and I'm not so patiently counting down the days. Who wouldn't be excited for a weekend away with friends? Thursday night I'll be heading up to Maine with Fiona and Kerry and spending the night at Fiona's family's cabin. We'll make the drive to New Hampshire Friday morning to start decorating the house we rented before the bride-to-be and other guests arrive.

We received a group text tonight from Fiona (bride-to-be not included) informing us that she dropped the cake she was making for the bachelorette. I feel for her because this is a total Ginny move and she spent hours working on this cake. Luckily, we think the cake can be salvaged. If not at least we have cupcakes and a funny story to tell Germana. I am responsible for decorations which will be absolutely fine if dropped.

Bag of goodies

Bag of goodies to be revealed in future blog post.

Tempura my world

Thursday night sushi with Fi. Genius idea

Salmon, crab, avocado + eel sauce fried in tempura batter. Bangarang!

Went to TJ Maxx after sushi so Fiona could buy some sneakers. I texted this pic to the husband and told him this was my new hat. He didn't take the bait though. "Find a matching thong and you got yourself a deal."

The Neverending Story is so terrible. I forgot how obnoxious Bastian is. That damn horse scene gets my every time though. I can't even watch it.

This felt like such a long week. Maybe it's the heat? We hadn't been to Bond since our wedding. This is where we had the after party. I told Derek that if we were super rich I would have this lounge built in our mansion. I think I just need some chandeliers in my life.

Husband went fancy. You know it's fancy when you have a giant round ice cube. I really wanted a gin and tonic but I knew my bladder would have been angry with me later if I did. The joys of IC. Lil-Anne got us free drinks by giving a cigarette to a woman at the bar. We tried to decline but she said it was on her company and insisted. After that drink I switched to water for the rest of the night. No hangover for this girl.

Time to wrap this up. The princess bride is on.

Butter fingers

Last night while waiting for an Uber I dropped my phone and shattered the screen. I was not too happy with myself. This morning I had accepted my clumsiness and was planning on going to the Verizon store to see what could be done until co-worker L asked me if I had a screen protector. I in fact did but hadn't thought to take it off and check the actual screen on my phone. Turns out I just shattered the screen protector. I'm a bit embarrassed that I didn't think to check myself.

I did have a couple of very delicious (and strong) White Russians last night which may have contributed to the dropped phone incident, but in my defense I have butter fingers with or without the help of alcohol.

I'm normally a beer or wine drinker but I do love a good White Russian. Even my husband ordered one which really surprised me. The bartender at Good Life remembered us from a few weeks ago when I was giving away extra candles from our wedding. I suppose she doesn't come across someone distributing excess wedding favors too often.

Before I dropped my phone in the street

Why so secretive?

Bosses are being very secretive about upcoming office move. We all know it's happening but don't know when or where. Head boss has been measuring all the furniture and conference rooms.

Me: So are we getting new furniture?
HB: Nope.
Me: ?
HB: .......

L, our receptionist, has been getting curious phone calls regarding our "upcoming move". Does not take Nancy Drew to solve this mystery. Maybe I should start packing up my desk and see if bosses say anything.

Betrayed

Have been betrayed by a dear food love. Pizza. Ordered a mushroom flatbread pizza at hotel bar last night and started feeling icky not long after. Was in a terrible crying mood by the time we got home, not due to questionable pizza, but other things that I like to bottle up. Husband properly consoled me. Assured him it was really nothing more than beer tears and bad pizza. Stomach woke me up early to remind me it was still not happy. Thought about calling out but made it to work with a little help from my pink friend, Pepto-Bismol. Feel nauseous every time I think about questionable pizza. Hope to reconcile with different pizza in the future but right now it's just too soon.

Mercury is not in retrograde

Had a terrible commute home yesterday. Everyone was annoying me and I was in a foul mood. Got home and announced how terrible my commute was only for Derek to out "bad day" me. Conceded defeat in bad day department to husband. Cancelled Taco Tuesday plans with friends to be a good wife and commiserate over drinks at local watering hole. Luckily said watering hole provided excellent people watching distractions. Thank you hipster with Tom Selleck 'stache and other hipster dressed like a grandmother from the 80s.

Having a much better morning. Got to work early and enjoyed a bagel with no one bothering me. Now must be good daughter and text mother who was also having a bad day yesterday. Mercury is not in retrograde. I checked.