Planning...and dreaming...each night of his chaaaa-aaa-arms...that won't get you into his aaaa-aaa-arms!
That song ("Wishing and Hoping") drives me batshit crazy, but it's in my head now (and was in my dream last night, but that is a whole 'nother post). And it got me thinking about "My Best Friend's Wedding," in whose opening credits it was used, which in turn got me thinking about the greatest bachelorette party of all time, which in turn led me to this conclusion: I kind of want to marry all my friends.
That's right, folks. The Love Bug of DC is back.
Said bachelorette party, Liz's, was the greatest of all time because it involved gorging ourselves on really good food, drinking copious amounts of champagne (and the occasional, gulp, pina colada, like it was champagne), and lying around on the beach like it was our job. At one point in the festivities/slothfulness, Liz descended deep into I-love-you-guys territory and waxed poetic about how awesome our lives would be if we were all married to each other.
And you know what? It. Would. Be. Fucking. Awesome.
Because honestly, my friends are the funniest, smartest, most interesting, best-at-everything people in the whole wide world. Their sheer awesomeness has sort of ruined me for men everywhere. I mean, what dude would want to lie on the beach and talk about his top 10 favorite uses of irony in literature while simultaneously listing his top 10 Lindsay Lohan outfit mistakes (from memory)? What dude, I ask? And yet, I fully know Kristi and Eleanor would. And Dana and Liz and Paige, because they were there. And Bree, because I'd make her, after she stopped rolling her eyes at me. And yes, that quality in a mate actually is that important to me.
So come on, ladies. Will you marry me? I know I could make you happy.
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