STD's!

My friend L-Mast was down from Boston the other day, so as bridesmaid i was obligated to help her with her 'save the dates.' This is probably because i'm the best bridesmaid ever!!!! (actually the opposite of that is true). This blog took sooo long to post because we had to take the pics with her camera because mine ran out of batteries, then hers ran out of batteries so we had to wait until she got back home blah blah blah.

If i could describe L-Mast as a person to you it would be: picture the exact opposite person of me. Because really our first names are the only thing we have in common. We've been best-ies since daiseys (pre brownies for those not in the know) and our conversations were typically as follows:

Me: Hey you wanna play frisbee??
L-Mast: I don't go outside. Ohhhh! look at that gucci bag!
Me: What's Gucci? You're stupid, la la laaaaaaaa.

They are still very much like that. But in the wise words of Paula Abdul, "We go together cause opposites attract." So she made me a bridesmaid at her wedding, and i spent 200 dollars on a dress and have to do things. Good deal. (Seriously though L, i'm flattered. I always knew you would be responsible for my most expensive article of clothing.)

Anyway she was down for the weekend, and we made these STD's:

Czech out that Glamor Shot!!!

The first thing i want to say is i was at her house approximately 3 seconds before i was handed a glass of champagne, that her dad proceeded to 'top off' for the rest of the night. Seriously that shit was never empty. Then we watched about 3 hours of the bridal channel (who knew that existed (actually research shows it's WE)) specifically this show called My Fair Wedding with David Tutera. Anyway we're watching this and her mom's like, "Quaz have you ever seen this before?" and i'm like, "uh, can't say i have." And she's like, "Really? I feel like i KNOW him." Which i didn't know how to respond to, but was really thinking, 'it would not surprise me at all if you did.' Then she yelled at Mr. M to get her some cranberry juice for her champaigne, and he did the 5th time after offering her every other type of mixture in the house first. How can you not love parents?

So thankfully we pretty much talked the entire time this was on, cause otherwise i don't want to even imagine what i would have resorted to. It was mostly reminiscing and gossip about people we went to school with (which i'm SURE you want to hear all about!). And every now and then her mom would burst out with a comment like, "Oh L, look at the flowers." or "That dress has WAY too many ruffles." of "You can only have another HALF a slice of pizza, you have to fit into that damn dress!" or "Look at the tree!" (joking about that last one) and other contextually hilarious comments of gold.

So eventually we got down to actually making this shit. Then about 5 min into our 20 minuets of actual work, Mr. M presents us with this:


Fucking Whipped cream and fresh strawberries. If at any point you are doubting the class of this family through out the blog, just come right back to this pic, because it just doesn't get any classier then that shit! Also yes, L-Mast did specifically buy LOVE stamps for these puppies, what a girl.

So we start the tedious process of writing names on envelopes:


L-Mast is a ditsy blond, if you were wondering. She is wearing scrubs, because against all logical thought, L-Mast is a doctor. What!! (Which is the exact reaction AP had when he found out, and now proceeds to call her, Dac-taa!) Well... a Dr. of Physical Therapy, which is still pretty fucking impressive. She may be a few screws loose off court, but let me tell you something when it's time to be a profession you'd better watch yourself. Also the dress cloths may come off, but the make-up is there until the end. She's wearing a tiara because apparently she wouldn't take it off all day. Text book L-Mast.



If you were wondering what my handwriting looks like, think second grader. One time i sent my professor a package from Va and he thought it was a bomb, i'm not sure what this has to do with my handwriting, but true story. L-Mast's (top) looks like a 16 year old doodling hearts around initials on her spiral notebook, which is completely appropriate.

Next you actually have to seal the envelopes, if you didn't know. I have no idea why we took this pic, nor did i have any intent of posting it, but L-Mast says if she's wearing scrubs then i need a stupid pic too. So since fair is fair, here i am pink faced from champagne and trying not to laugh at my ridiculous friend:


Anyway that about wraps up our STD's. Here's one last pic of L posing in front of the heart lights she has for no apparent reason, because we love each other.