Saturday was my friend from college Fran’s bachelorette party.
Franny is obviously the one laying across us on the couch in her fancy pink boa and bachelorette sash.
Fran will also answer to Franimal, Franny-pack, Franny-pop, Franski, Frannington, and pretty much any other word that I can sneakily slide her name into.
Miss Franiel wanted to celebrate the impending end of her singledom by hosting all her friends at her sweet new house for a little party. I did not take a lot of pictures, because I didn’t really know anyone very well and I feel very awkward shoving my camera into stranger’s faces (well unless I am out somewhere with random real strangers who I will probably never see again, no problems there).
Also, this may come as a surprise because I’m pretty outgoing and I will talk to just about anyone, but in small, intimate settings with people I don’t know, I am very shy and awkward at first. Unless my Bestie is with me, because then I have the courage that only a best friend can bring. And then probably no one else can get a word in because we tend to be very excited and loud. One of our other friends actually told us that we should start a professional party-starting business because we are slightly crazy, and also so good at getting the party started.
Like you can just call us if your party’s lame, and we’ll just show up at your house and get that party started right up for ya. We will bring props and everything. Actually, now that I think about it, I think we need to make this happen.
Anyway, it takes me a while to warm up sometimes, is what I am getting at here. But I really enjoyed meeting all of Fran’s friends and hanging out with them, and now I am super excited for the wedding because I will know people and I won’t be shy and awkward and I can get that party started with full confidence. It’s gonna be a good time.
Moving on, we ate and drank and all was well, and then the night took a turn for the super creepy.
It turns out Fran had a collection of Full House dolls when she was a kid, which she kept, and she brought them out to the party.
I have never even heard of these dolls! Apparently they were only available in the US, and you couldn’t order them and have them shipped with a Canadian address (don’t even get me started on this, it happens all the time and it bothers me so much).
I was dying over them, because I love Full House, and my friends and I have a serious inside joke about Danny Tanner. Sadly, Uncle Joey and Kimmy Gibbler were missing, but Uncle Jesse sure was looking dapper in his vest. He definitely has a bit of an Aladdin look going on.
None of the dolls really even resembled who they were supposed to be, except Danny Tanner.
I thought he was pretty close to the real deal. I recognized him right away without seeing any of the other dolls.
And what I think is even more creepy is Fran’s almost life-sized doll of Michelle.
I am so thankful that I am not famous and no one would ever make a Lindsey doll. I can’t even imagine how creepy I would look.
Franny loooooved those creepy little dolls though.
So then the girls put on the *NSYNC radio station and we made the cast of Full House dance around to the sweet, sulty voice of Justin Timberlake and friends (I was actually never really an *NSYNC fan and I am not sure the names of anyone else in that band and I am too lazy to Google right now). But I will just say, God must have spent a little more time on Danny Tannerrrrrr.
And with that,