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….