For only a days prep we pulled off a nice little celebration I must say. *scoff*scoff*
Manfriend, Kidlet and I put forth a wicked team effort and got the house in ship-shape. Of course I was running around in circles and buzzing around like a cracked out gerbil.
I don't know even how to express how wonderful it is to see Kidlets excitement with our engagement. She's all like... WHENAREYOUGETTINGMARRIEDHUHHUHWHEN?!?!?!?!?!?!?
So she made a Red Velvet Cake:
|J is my first initial and K is Manfriends...it does not mean J/K. Although that is quite humorous. Marry Me? J/K! ROFL k thx bai.|
|This was the beginning of the night so yes, we have more than one friend.|
Most of the time I was in the kitchen prepping since the morning. 6 different types of kabobs with all different marinades takes some mutherfukin' time yo'. I even made guacamole and the chip dip. Oh of course Manfriend helped by staying the hell outta the kitchen until it was time to skewer the kabobs and cook. I always prep and he always BBQs and everyone else eats. It's a pretty effective system we gots going on.
|I have no idea what he is doing..thumbs - up Imma gonna punch the window?|
|NOMs! Those mini squashes were wickedly awesome.|
Of course when I am cooking I always adorn my trusty apron.
It's not exactly figure flattering but fuck does it ever rock! I ordered it from a seller on Esty. Yes, I am so Bitchtastic-Suzie-Homemaker (The dirty perverted kind..). Yup, I'm quite a catch. Just saying....
The food all turned out fantastic and everything was devoured! I was all fretting that I made too much. I've learned never to under-estimate the power of my friends bellies.
One of my bridesmaids brought her boobs along:
|Hahah She's gonna fucking kill me. Oh Manfriend took this pic of course.|
|Then she tried to violate me..yes I'm wearing the ring on the middle digit because I need it sized.|
Of course we did the traditional champers toast.
|He looks very concentrated. Hmmm this position seems rather familiar..|
Sometimes we're a little sickening with how mushy we are. Manfriend is such a softie and a sweet romantic. Underneath my *ahem* tough and rough exterior, I'm the biggest suck around and a hopeless romantic. Really we can be sickeningly in love and it's fantastic.
One thing we hadn't planned but had a closet full of....FIREWORKS. HELLLLLZYAH! Huzzah for burning-exploding-sparkly-stuff!
I'm sure the neighbours didn't quite appreciate it. One even opened their door and did that creepy lil neighbour peek out and quickly shuffled inside. Well all us adults loved it and so did all the kids.
So all in all, it was pretty much what I wanted and expected out of an engagement party. By 11pm I was so bagged I gave out hugs and said my good nights. In the morning...the kitchen was clean. Fucking A. My guests rule!
We still haven't set the date yet but it will most likely be 2012. We want to wait till after this project is done and apparently Manfriend is done Nov 2011. There is no way in hell I'm gonna have a Winter Wedding. That's just gross and Cruel in Canada.
Regardless, I can't wait for the day that I can call Manfriend = Husbandfriend. He is my bestfriend, my lover, emotional supporter (he deserves a freaking medal for that one), and everything I ever wanted. Well granted I would prefer he looked like this:
But he would also prefer if I looked like this:
But neither of us look like that so le' sigh..guess we'll have to settle for eachother and be happy and all that jazz. <3
PS: Manfriend was the first to read this and said, "Good post baby, thanks for all the Katy." Hah..I know how to please ma man.