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Saturday Morning Scavenger Hunt

I’ve never been much of a partier, but on occasion, like for a friend’s bachelorette party, I will indulge a little and spend a night out on the town. Last night was one such occasion, as my friend Jessica is getting married in less than a week, so I stepped outside my comfort zone and went out with a group of her friends (most who I had never met before last night) to celebrate with her.

Getting ready for such events is always an experience, because despite the collection of clothes in my closet, I never seem to know what to wear and don’t want to be over or under dressed for the occasion. Usually, I throw together something at the last minute, and let my choice of footwear be the deciding factor for the rest of my outfit.

This is usually a pretty solid plan, but because most of my shoes that I have deemed “going-out” worthy are fairly high heels (sexy shoes are a must in every woman’s closest), there is always a strong chance that I will end up hurting myself at some point during the night, as I’m not the most graceful person. Not many people can say they’ve managed to fall into a beaver dam, which I’ve mentioned before, but it’s worth mentioning again as an example of just how clumsy I can be at times.

With this knowledge of my accident-proneness (I’m not really sure that’s a real word, but I’m going with it) in mind, and the fact that I bruise easier than an over-ripe peach, I spent a good deal of time this morning after the girls left, examining my arms and legs for new bruises, cuts, or bumps. With only a handful of “battle” wounds, all of which I can recall getting, I’d have to say the evening was a success– all of the girls seemed to have a good time, and I am left with no unexplainable marks.

It’s a strange little game, this scavenger hunt of mine, but being able to identify where or how a bruise came to be almost gives me a sense of accomplishment. Being able to remember the little details, such as getting my heel stuck in  sidewalk grate and turning my ankle on the way back to the car, frees my mind from any lingering worry that I’d done something I’d later regret.

If I can remember something as insignificant as getting the heel of my shoe stuck at the end of the night, then surely I wasn’t one of those girls who has a few drinks, loses all sense of judgement, and winds up dancing on the bar and losing articles of clothing, right? Absolutely. (Don’t worry, Mom none of that happened 🙂 or if anything like that happened, I’m definitely not sharing it publicly– what happens at the bachelorette party stays at the bachelorette party.)

Do you ever find yourself undertaking a similar type of scavenger hunt after a long night out with friends?

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  1. jcmax says:

    Lol! I’ve been on many a morning-after-the-night-before scavenger hunt! Once we located my housemates keys in the freezer (no explanation), awoke to find a traffic detour sign in the living room (which was returned), a shoe in the fridge, a door on the floor and two cell-phones in the bathtub (I still have nothing on that one)! I’m also prone to falling down while walking in flat shoes completely sober on a smooth pavement…so as you can imagine, I fall down A LOT when it comes to drink, high heels and stairs…always always stairs. Why are there so many stairs in the world when you’ve been drinking?! 🙂

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