done and done! mystery girls trip 4 was a success. to read more about our girls trip tradition, click here and here.
as you know, this year i planned the trip (which is no small feat). we were down two girls for the first time ever *sniffle* so our budget had to streeeeetch this year. mission accomplished.
here are the greatest hits:
1) not pictured: the girls trying desperately to guess our location while on the road. hilarious. i gave them some false clues to throw them off (it worked). i also planted some hints in a couple of songs on our annual girls trip mix-tape, but they were under the impression that there was a hint in every song. oh, it was entertaining.
2) we stopped in austin for "lunch" which really took place in a spaaaaaaaaaa (cue my best joey tribbiani evil plan laugh). we were pampered (hard-core) for after having lunch catered in. bliss.
sarah called in an order of cocktails for us all the way from portland, so we toasted to her.
y'all, i had an hour-long pedicure in a "zero-gravity" chair, which basically means i was fully reclined with a neck roll, a blanket and an eye mask. i may or may not have woken myself up by snoring.
jenn was informed a few times by her sweet (?) aesthetician that her skin was dry. very, very dry. um, thanks?
3) we battled the friday afternoon austin traffic to arrive at our cabin on canyon lake an hour or so later.
4) because it was my year, the girls got not one, but three mix-tapes as a momento. including a "hot tub mix" complete with biggie and tupac.
5) we had really friendly hungry neighbors.
6) ummmm, there was a swimming cove. perfect for floats and dubs (dubs are those giant thermos' we pour our booze in. dub is short for dub-tee, short for white trash).
7) did i say hot tub? yep, there was a hot tub.
8) we took christy's tubing virginity and floated down the upper guadalupe river for six. long. hours.
drunk. water-logged. bruised. happy.
9) we ate and ate and ate. for the first time ever, we i went to bed early both nights. we took breaks from eating by drinking or dipping in the tub or sitting on the porch sipping coffee and reading celebrity magazines. we didn't have to report to work or answer calls or wipe butts or seperate fighting children. we were away from them long enough to really miss them.
i hate when it's over. i am already anxious for next year's surprise!
per tradition, i'll give you my mix-tape playlists soon.
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viva, girls trip!
(most of these pictures are marcy's. thanks, marse!)
