I'm Tired

WHAT a weekend! Whew!


All I can say is that I went to bed at 8:30 last night, I was so tired that I missed one of my fav shows "The Girls Next Door" and it was the episode where they were doing an exercise video!

When the alarm clock blared this morning at 6:12 (that gives me two 9 minute snoozes) I screamed NO louder than Jodie Foster did in The Accused when she was getting raped on that pinball machine, there was no way that almost 10 hours had passed, I didn't want to believe it, but I had to.

Lets go back in time.......It all started on Friday..........

Whenever Andi-licious comes into town it's a Par-Tay! And boy was this weekend a partay. Andi-licious flew in via private jet, sponsored by Southwest, Friday afternoon and was whisked away via my limo disguised as a Ford Focus through the mean streets of Chicago's South Side. The amazing thing, I only cursed 47 times on the way home, that was a record low number for me!

Friday afternoon we spent a few hours at Hollywood Beach (the notorious Gay Beach) getting free Microdermabrasion Treatments, courtesy of Mother Nature and the swirling sand.

The Roommate made a fabulous dinner which we ate on the deck and then enjoyed participating in Synphoria - WOW, what a night!

We almost got up with the sun on Saturday morning and spent the day recovering from the night before, while shopping for the last bits of odds and ends for the Husband Hunting party later that evening. Were all fortunate to be recipients of afternoon naps and and had the house in tip-top, ship-shape order just in time for our guests to arrive.


Little did we know that they would actually show up on time, the poor first guests thought the party started at 8:00 and thought showing up at 9:00 they wouldn't be the first ones....well surprise surprise they were right on time! We're never used to Queens showing up on time - but we were ready for them.


The Buffet was laid out in all of it's camoflauge glory, artfully decorated to blend in with the rest of the room, The Wii room was in "stadium mode" ready to take on all of the artful players, the Bar was set up, and the Tiki Torches were lit in the backyard!


Before we knew it the house was FULL, it was busting at it's seams, literally! We didn't get an official count but there were at least 80 to 90 people there!


We went through more than 150 pounds of ice, yes you read that right 150 pounds of ice! It was out of control, we had to send the troops out for more ice in the middle of the party!

We had birthday cake at 11:30 to which the crowd sung a version of Happy Birthday that rivaled Roseann Barr's rendition of The National Anthem - but it was sung with love and that's all that really matters.

I swear this is the last time I'm hosting a party and not hiring help. It seemed as though all I did was walk around and pick up trash, paper plates and cups. Would it kill any of those queens to put a plate in the trash can?

At 2:45 I asked The Roommate if it was time to shut down the party and kick the last of the remaining guests out onto the sidewalk in front of our house? He looked at me and said "well go to bed." I pointed to the futon that is in the kitchen and said "Well there's my bed." So he yelled with all his might "Michael wants to go to bed, so you've all got to go home" and I artfully added "It's also 2:45"

After we did a final sweep of the house and kicked the last of the partygoers out I pulled out the futon and fell into a fitful sleep.

Sunday was a day of recovery...sleeping late.....pulling the blinds to make the house as dark as possible and barely turning up the volume of the TV...it was bliss!

We somehow got Andi-licious back to the airport and made our way to a New Home BBQ at a friends house down the street.

The next thing I knew it was 8:00 and I could barely keep my eyes open!