You’re invited to…
The most elegant(hah) party of the season:
The boy, and his crew of forest fire fighters hosted their very own royal wedding themed party last weekend. And if you thought last year’s theme open the opportunity for cross-dressing, well just you wait! (what’s with that anyways?)
The musts:
-Come as a royal wedding themed guest. Somehow this ended up including, The Burger “King”, Elvis the “King”, the Queen Mum, The Prince himself, and a myriad of wonderful and questionably-related costumes. Made for some awesome laughs!
-Bring your dancing shoes (or just suffer through the rest of the work week with blisters, like me.)
-Have the most ridiculous facial hair you’ve managed to grow over the fire season so far.
Exhibit A: boyfriend’s mutton chops. What do you think? Do we look like an old English couple attending the wedding? I think so.
-Bring your booty, and be prepared to seriously shake it-- which we did, for most of the night.
...And, for the record, I think one of the most wonderful things about the party was that the day after: we spent the day alternating between sleeping, movie watching, and maybe squeezing a couple chores in there. Don’t you love when you can get away with Saturday’s like that?
Oh, and a lovely start to my work week was my good bloggy friend, Gentri Lee, featuring me in her lovely space. You’ll love her blog if you aren’t already a follower-- check her out here.
Hope you all had a booty-shakin’ kinda weekend.













