Momma's friend is getting married today, so she and her friends (aka other puppy & little human mommies) left last Friday for a bachelorette weekend. I freaked out when she packed. What?! She should know she isn't allowed to leave me!! So momma left Friday morning and had to stop to take her inhaler before she even got to cousin Kirstren's house. Bad asthma!
The girls stopped for breakfast and a little shopping - where some of them bought matching shoes (Note from Cole: Seriously. Buy one, get two free from the Bass Outlet!! How cool is that?!?!), and arrived in Manhattan in the early afternoon. Night one was dinner at a jazz club. They had the small restaurant side of the club all to themselves and got absolutely spoiled by the bartender and two waiters. These lovely men bought the table of nine ladies two rounds of shots and gifted the bride with some foil art. In the shape of...um, male genetalia. The guys get an "A" for their craft skills! (Cole: It's amazing what you can do with an apple, tin foil, hard boiled eggs and a paper towel roll *snicker*) The rest of the girls went out to a few bars after that, but momma had to go back to the hotel and take care of her asthma.
Saturday morning the girls all wandered down to have breakfast in the diner next to the hotel. (Cole: BTW, fantastic location! Across the street from the Hell's Kitchen PD, two blocks from the Hudson River, and over all a great neighborhood.) At that point, I made Grammy text momma that I was pouting and on a hunger strike... In the afternoon, the girls got on a Circle Line boat and made the trip around the Statue of Liberty. Such glorious weather. Too bad momma came home burnt!
Saturday night the girls got all dressed up and brought the bride out for a "surprise". Momma says that they went to Lucky Cheng's, and that I'm too little a boy for her to tell me what they do there. But she linked it up for you, just in case you've never heard of them before. I hear the bride was quite surprised! Again, the other girls when out to other bars afterwards, but momma's asthma is persistant and she had to cab it back to the hotel. Like a good momma, she waited up for all the girls to come home - and read a good book while she waited.
Sunday morning most of the girls had to sleep off their good time. That gave momma, Kirstren and Heather a chance to get up and moving early. They had breakfast and went to the Met to see the new Picasso exhibit. (Cole: It sounds cheesy, but the Met was the highlight of the trip for me. Very low-key; time with other people who really enjoy art; and it felt like "bonus" time that we weren't going to have.) Then I made Grammy call and order momma to come home. OK, fine. I didn't yell at her. But it was time for the girls to come home! Despite having a huge-ass SUV (momma's words!), the 5 girls and their luggage barely crammed themselves in for the ride home.
And to think, Meadow, Carmella and I didn't even get presents from momma when she got home. What NERVE!
Barks & Kisses,
Beckett
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