the song that was killed this weekend

This past weekend was spent celebrating two of life's amazing milestones - a birthday and bachelorette party for two of my dear friends.

For Nadine, she requested a low-key dinner to ring in 34 with her friends at one of her favorite restaurants, Rosewood Grill. We dined on sushi shots (I could eat three orders of these myself), calamari, thai pizza, artichoke dips and even cashew crusted tofu, which was pretty good by the way.




the birthday girl



table shot of the girls

For Melissa, we drove north to Geneva, which was a place I've passed a bunch of times heading to Erie or to the Finger Lakes but never actually stopped in and visited the wineries. It was on my summer of fun and totally checked it off the list a few months late. We were hoping for the perfect fall weather with a crisp 60 degree night but instead we were dealing with some rain so it made our outside wine drinking move inside for the whole day. No patio? No problem?

Mel singing to T. Swift; two red, two white, table shot; and me on my iPhone of course



Bachelorette Mel smiling; a few reds and whites; and table shot

Gone were the days of all the penis stuff, crowns and pink feathered boas but we added in dance party at Ferrante for good measure and even had a rival bridal party photo bombing our photos. After we noticed the bomber, one of the more crafty girls of the group decided to sneak in the background of not one but several of their photos to return the kind favor as you can see below.



Steph imitating Mel puting on lipgloss getting it everywhere but her lips; former coworkers w/ vampire eyes and the said bomber in the background

After spending the entire afternoon at both Harpersfield and Ferrante wineries, we headed back to the house to actually eat dinner, sample more wine from Laurello and have a dance party to T.Swift's new song - you know the one "Weeeeeee are never, ever, ever......". I do believe we single-handedly killed that song by playing it over and over and over and over again. We tried to dance to Wilson Phillips, Backstreet Boys and even New Edition but somehow that pesky little song kept getting switched on as if we didn't hear it enough over the 18-hour period we were together. I thought for sure I would be woken up by that tune on Sunday morning but instead it was just by my friends at the laughing downstairs bright and early at 7:30 a.m.



wine and toliet paper was needed; hugs and cupcakes; what we called dinner

While I didn't spend my favorite holiday weekend all dressed up like I did last year as fashion's favorite stylist, I did spend it with a group of new friends who are still making me laugh as I think about we said and did as I scroll through my iPhone from the past two days.

Memories, oh the memories I tell ya.

P.S. Did you know we are now in what we call "cuffing season?" True story. More on that to come.