In the ongoing fun that is "Meredith September," this weekend was her bachelorette party.

Festivities started with dinner, drinks (and more drinks), and a "lingerie shower" at Cowgirl - a fitting locale for our Texas bride.



I bought Meredith a sexy sailor outfit, flavored whipped cream and edible undies...and in classic form ran into an old coworker in the checkout line. Awkward.





Erica was excited to discover that we're hand twins - including both having thumbs that face forward instead of to the side. Apparently that's a thing.



Erica also introduced us to a new drink - half beer, half frozen margarita. We call it the "marga-beera" though the technical term appears to be a "rickey." Whatever. I would call it "tasty."



The second half of the evening was spent at Second and Second for some karaoke action.

This guy did an excellent Meat Loaf.



Meredith did an excellent Kelly Clarkson.



I did an excellent Celine Dion.

"It's All Coming Back To Me Now" still brings the house down every time. My favorite "fan" was this big jock/i-banker dude who sang every word with me at the top of his lungs. It takes all kinds...





I have no idea how I managed to not only drag my but to street hockey today, but to also play a halfway decent game. Stefan and I stopped at the Pickle Festival to celebrate a Sky Fighter win and discovered that Gus' pickled tomatoes are incredible. I'll have to attempt to make my own with some green tomatoes from the rooftop.

In other news, I'm starting soccer again Friday. Will the bionic knee hold up? Only time will tell...