Rachel Young

monday, september 3, 2001

So much happens in one weekend when I go back to D.C., I never know where to start writing or when to stop. Friday night, I hung out with my sister doing what sisters do best – being unpredictable and zany. One minute we’re watching videos, and then before the closing credits start scrolling on the television screen, we’re at the salon. My sister now has Raggedy Ann red hair, and I’ve got a cut that makes me look like an ugly boy. My sister and I, though horrified, just laugh it off. Lesson learned: A heavy dose of sugar in the blood affect women's good judgment and everyday common sense (in other words, this is the reason why I am the way I am).

Saturday, I spent the day preparing for my best friend’s bridal shower. Cake, shower gifts, games, decorations. I’ve been to so many bridal showers and weddings this year, I could be the next Jennifer Lopez in the Wedding Planner. Except I suck at this kind of stuff and my friends know this is not exactly my idea of fun. But of course I'd do it in a heartbeat for my closest friends.

Michelle’s bridal shower was something else though. Her sister went all out cooking a feast for all the guests. Baked salmon and rice, chicken and vegetables over angel hair pasta, fresh fruit salad, and of course in good old Korean fashion, we also had goh-chu (hot peppers), gae-neep (seasoned leaves??), shots of Crown Royal and rounds of Miller Lite. In addition to the typical bridal shower games and the shameless show-and-tell display of lingerie, we all shared our own personal favorite memories with Michelle. Over the span of 12 years as best friends, there’s a lot of memories and like the wuss that I’ve been all week long, I ended up crying while reading what I wrote for her. And after I finally finished reading through the sobs and the tears, I looked up to see a dozen other girls wiping their damp eyes. Women.

Afterwards, we headed off to a club in D.C. and you know when you get 10 inebriated girls together, all extremely gorgeous (except for the ugly one with her nasty boy haircut) and half of whom are very eligibly single, you’re in for a very interesting evening. I have to spare the details because Michelle’s fiance may stumble upon this entry, and some things should just be kept between us girls. =)

Thanks S Unni and Jess for helping to make Michelle’s girls day/night out a very memorable one (at least the bits and pieces we do remember-HA!).

Sunday, I drove to Olive’s place to meet her, Kramer, and Missy Yuan before heading over to Grace’s bridal shower in D.C. After the previous night’s event, I was a little out of it. In addition to a throbbing hangover, a certain friend paid me a visit at the most inopportune time. And my close friends know how I get when Lucy (my certain friend) is around. Lucy and I have a history of not getting along too well. So my sincere apologies to Gracie for not being the best company on Sunday.

Anyway, poor Gracie was tortured at the shower with trivia questions about her beau. Every time she got a question wrong, she would have to stuff an extra sour bubble gum in her mouth. How did she do? Let’s just say that at the end of it, she could barely speak, her lips and teeth were blue, her jaws were killing her, and that wad of gum was the size of a baby’s fist.

“Um, Grace. This is B. You know . . . the guy you’re getting married to?” But in Gracie’s defense, those questions were hard.

Grace’s shower had a lingerie theme, and I wish I had a camera to capture her expression before she even opened the various boxes of lingerie. Her modest face turned bright red. It was just too adorable.

Congratulations ladies. See you on your big days!

Geez, I already miss all you foolios (yeah, that includes you too, Mr. Dan the Man).

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