Yeah, so, I didn’t pass out on the lawn during the bachelorette party weekend in wine country. I feel like I let everyone down. Sorry, guys.
But, for those of you who are playing The Sonia Show home game, I made it to 5 p.m. Saturday before I called David and started crying because I missed the Spawn so much. I cried again when I got home because I’m all soft now. Don’t judge me!
Also, I didn’t sleep in at all. WTF? I woke up Saturday and Sunday morning by 8 a.m. The only other ladies who were up at that time were other moms. Go figure.
I don’t want to share all the details of the weekend, because of privacy issues, but I will share this little tidbit … We were all sitting around the pool, drinking, talking and listening to music. A song came on and several of the ladies started singing along. Finally I said, “Who is this?”
Good buddy Corso: “It’s the Beatles, Sonia.”
Me: “Haaaa! I’m such a stupid asshole.”
Oh, and at one point, I posed for a photo shoot on a Jaguar. True story.
[Update: Good buddy Corso says that The Beatles’ song was “Rocky Raccoon.” “It doesn’t sound like The Beatles that much. I don’t think you should beat yourself up at all for not knowing it.”]