The Gods are angry Part II

Eventually we made it to the hotel, got everything out of the car and into the room, and stopped my minor hemorrhage. In all reality, the hotel we stayed in was lovely, our room was a really nice size, and the hotel staff was really great with few exceptions. (We made that hotel room look like a bomb went off in it within minutes of our arrival.  We should have taken a picture of it but we didn’t want you to see our underwear.)

To describe the weekend we must start with the beginning; let Amylynn’s nervous breakdown begin. Her appearances on Saturday from 7:30 in the morning to 10:30 that night were orchestrated like the US invasion on the beach in Normandy. Starting first, we went down to breakfast in our pajamas–yes we did.

Note the shiny tea set

Then there were six changes of clothing before Amylynn could get back into her pajamas. Never did there seem to be more than 20 minutes between things to allow for a desperately needed nap.

There were male models around to compete for the Man of Our Dreams pageant. Here is one dressed in period costume who crashed one of her book clubs.

Amylynn’s voice was scratchy from doing readings and was EXHAUSTED from being funny all day. (Many people commented that Amy should do stand-up comedy – see Ava for bookings.)

Kelli threw herself on the grenade and ate six melted cake pops. It didn’t matter–they were DELICIOUS.

Ava was strung out after the table decorations came together gorgeously. Each spot had a martini glass with cute stuff in it and one of the least melted cake pops. The flowers were exquisite on the table with all their glued on sparkles. You can’t really see here in this picture but there were assorted “diamonds” and glitter on the table. It was a sea of beautiful brown and blue. And then they served us nasty banquet chicken. (Nasty.)

One bright moment occurred at the end when we were given tiramisu with edible orchids. No one ate the orchid. Does anyone? Exactly how vegetarian do you have to be to eat the flower on your plate? It’s pretty but weird.

Everything wound up on Sunday morning. We were so exhausted we were even too tired to go to the outlet malls on the way out of town. That means that we were SERIOUSLY tired. (Ava was out voted on this decision.  Ava has never been too tired in her whole life to shop.)

When we got back home, Amylynn went over and stole her mother’s car since Dave the Bastard Durango was still in the shop. Fortunately, her mom was still in Bali, so no one really cared. (Except the cat.  The cat cared and Ava is fairly sure she called the police.)

Things really started to heat up on Sunday night…

More about that tomorrow.