And the spelling word of the day is...

Today has been a really up and down day - some out of the ordinary highs and lows. However, the day has a definite highlight =-). By the end of this year two of my oldest friends will have gotten married, and they also happen to be sisters. The Summer wedding was a high stress affair, but the Winter wedding is going to be much more low key and done up in fun Las Vegas fashion. Woohoo Vegas - here I come!! Part of the reason the summer wedding was so stressful is that the bride and the fairly conservative mother didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things. It was a rather religious ceremony and the parents wanted a good example to be set.

So you can imagine the confusion created as the Winter bride told her sister that their mother wanted to get a stripper, preferably an Elvis stripper. Hehehehehehehe =-p!!!! The summer bride who had the stressful "good example" wedding told her sister that she must have heard wrong and that certainly their mother must have meant "singer" especially since she said Elvis. So I spoke to the December bride and she told me they were trying to figure out what exactly their mother had really meant, but for me to hold off for now on planning any bachelorette shenanigans.

Well, their parents consider me a third daughter, and so I decided to call up today and my plan was to eventually get around to settling just how she was spelling this two syllable-S word. Stripper/Singer - they start and end the same, but happen to have two very different meanings - hehe.

I talked to both of the parents for a bit and then the Dad got off the phone and the Mom went right in to telling me she wanted to get a stripper. S-T-R-I-P-P-E-R - yay!!! I told her both of the girls were shocked she had suggested it and didn't quite believe it was true, but she said she just wanted to make sure the Winter Bride had some fun. YAY!!! As you can imagine, when she started questioning me about how to go about things, I was delighted to share my knowledge =-). I definitely know where to find lovely male eye-candy in Vegas, but I have always "gone to the restaurant" (so to speak), I have never ordered in (which somehow seems seedier to me). She evidently had called the hotel to see if they just happened to have strippers on staff (or some such thing), and although they did not, they assured her that in Las Vegas it was quite easy to find as many as you wanted. I'd rather go admire the eye-candy in mass, but she'd rather do it in the hotel room where all the ladies can get a kick out of it. Being the dutiful bridesmaid and honorary daughter that I am, I told her it would be my pleasure to help her out =-).