Archive for June, 2010

What….a whirlwind.

June 8th, 2010 Ashley

So, this past weekend was Andrea’s Bachelorette Weekend in South Beach.  I’m going to go on record and say it was hands-down the craziest weekend of my entire life.   Dewey Beach weekends included.  I know, I know.  I can’t believe I’m saying it either.  It was even crazier than the time I “trespassed” in Silver Lake at Dewey, lost my cover-up in the bushes, and made my dad and brother want to kill the random dude I brought home from the bar and introduced to the family like we’d been dating for years.  It was crazier than the night in Savannah when I just “went out to get batteries” and the rest was history.  It was crazier than Hart’s Cove pool party junior year in college.  Obviously I can’t post EVERYTHING on this blog, but I will post a lot.  Problem is, I don’t even know where to start.  Considering I’m still recovering, I promise to get to it this week (for those of you that care), but I’m just not fully functioning yet.  For now, I’ll just post a some anonymous quotes from our email chain yesterday (the Monday following the weekend).

I just wanna be poolside with a Capirihinia in hand, burning the shiza out of my shoulders while playing spin the straw!!!

Just so you girls know – I still have NO voice!!!!!  All my over-reacting screams really did some damage to my pipes!

I just ate a giant burger and tater tots. Apparently I’m still hungover.

I’ve been nannying since 8am and at one point said in my raspy man voice I am really sorry girls but this is just not gonna be a fun day for you. And then I put my head down on the couch and fell asleep for an hour and a half. Their parents are going to love me. I also showed them pictures of the trip….they saw 49 pics out of 360.

I really don’t think I can wait till the wedding to get more deets on Ashley’s 6:29 am text “ just went skinny dipping”

They should make a movie about our trip.

And don’t forget to include the CPR gone bad Saturday night that resulted in chipped teeth and Fran using her glass nail file as a dental tool.

I’d like some Firefly on the rocks now please.

OMG why is my a$$ out everywhere in about half of Nicole’s pics?!!!  Apparently when you called the stripper for the night, it was ME.
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And, just a relatively sober pic that I feels sums up just a little portion of the weekend….

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To be continued….

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Ice Ice Baby

June 2nd, 2010 Ashley

You may have heard about the recent beverage phenomenon that is sweeping the nation.

No, I’m not talking about Jager bombs.  Who are you, The Situation?

It’s called being ICED and yes, I always write it in caps.  Basically, if you present someone with a Smirnoff Ice (ie. the champagne of malt bevvies), the lucky person has to get on one knee and chug it ON THE SPOT.  However, they can ICE-block you if they have a Smirnoff Ice on them and then YOU have to chug both bottles.  If you choose to deny the ICE, then you are “instantly excommunicated and shunned and thus can never ice a bro (or ho) or be ICED.”

Reference the full set of rules and details HERE.

Kate and I heard about the ICED phenomenon on Friday night and knew we had to ICE someone immediately.  So, we set out on Saturday (pups in tow), snagged some Kings of Pops ‘sicles, stopped by Buddy’s where Kate picked up a 24 oz Smirnoff Ice, and headed down to  Diesel where the Whynatte guys were hanging out.  Kate touched base with Jesse (one half of the Whynatte team) and he informed us that Andy (the other half) did NOT have an ICE in hand and would be our perfect target.

So, we went in.

He took that 24 like a champ.

On Saturday night at Smith’s, Kate was scared she was going to get ICED by Andy, so she bought a Smirnoff in preparation (yes, ICERS, they sell them at Smith’s downstairs).  But, Andy didn’t come to ICE Kate.  So, Kate didn’t ICE Andy.

Instead, the unthinkable happened.

I got ICED.

We don’t have photo documentation, but I took it like a champ….then ran to the bathroom.  I didn’t puke, but it was close.

I informed my brother of the ICING phenomenon via BBM and he responded:  “but if u get iced u get a free smirnoff ice.  so its a win win when you get iced.”

Huh?  Since when is drinking a Smirnoff Ice EVER a winning situation?  I felt embarrassed to be related to him in that moment.

The next day, he realized that his friends in Dewey Beach had been ICING for years (ok, maybe just weeks).  They have even developed a special belt to combat the ICE.  Some might call it…a “tool belt.”

These guys…are prepared for war.  A Cold War, if you will.

Wow, bad joke.

I hope that I’ve inspired you to pick up a 24 oz Smirnoff Ice and pick a victim.  Hell, courier it to your ex and make the delivery person force him to drink it.  He/she deserves it.

Happy ICING!

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Room Traders

June 1st, 2010 Ashley

The Key West vacay was a month ago, but I’m just now getting around to posting this video.  What…a shocker.  But, better late than never, right?  Right.  I’m posting this mainly in hopes that MTV will see it and give me my own Cribs-meets-Room Raiders-type show, but maybe you’ll get a giggle out of it as well.

Basically, my cousin Lindsay and I (who grew up rooming together on beach vacays every summer when we were kids) checked into the Lighthouse Court and we were super excited to scope out our digs.  Upon walking in, we were ecstatic to see the fab TWO-STORY pad we would be living in for a week, complete with walk-in closet, which Lindsay deemed large enough “for a small child to stay in.”  I took that comment a step further, of course.  Listen carefully.

Then….we went around the corner to check out my parent’s room.

Here’s the vid.  Excuse my sans-makeup face.  Oh, and I may look like I’m naked in the first 20 seconds.  But, this isn’t that kind of video.

So, there you have it. It’s tough being the perfect daughter sometimes, but I enjoy every minute when I get to give back to my parents.  Linds and I spent the week in that sketchy room, but we had such a great vacay that at the end of the trip, we knew we would miss that round-screen TV, framed picture of the rooster (did you hear a real rooster crow in the vid RIGHT after we showed the picture?), and the sheets that felt like scratchy toilet paper.

And, yes, I did hit my head on the ceiling while checking out the second-floor bedroom.

Mom and Dad – hope you enjoyed YOUR amazing suite.  And knowing you two, I’m sure you enjoyed it a little too much.

Ok, that was gross.

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More Key West highlights (or lowlights – you decide), can be found HERE.

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MyDailyThread Articles

June 1st, 2010 Ashley

CLICK HERE TO READ ABOUT THE FOLLOWING:

Aurum Lounge (Goldmember meets da club scene)

American Mountain (outfitter for the outdoorsy)

Burger Club (home of the Artery Annihilator)

Brock Cassidie Salon (all-in-one salon in the heart of Buckhead)

WEBSITE:  MyDailyThread

DATES:  May-June 2010

ABOUT:  While MyDailyThread.com was still utilizing local writers and staff (they have since “reorganized”), I got to visit some cool places and write about them.  At Burger Club, I DID try the Artery Annihilator.  Well, a mini version of it.  But I could still feel it tucked under my rib cage for the next 24 hours.


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