beachin' weekend

Good times were had by all. The weather was fabulous, the food was plentiful, and the drinks flowed.

Friday kicked off the weekend with a night spent in with comfy clothes, fruity drinks, and catching up on some overdue gossip amongst my best girls. Hitting the sack early helped to prepare us for the long day that awaited us the next morning. Saturday brought us beautiful weather that allowed for a day spent on the beach catching some rays and giving us a beautiful bronze to match our party attire for the evening. After an early start of drinks and lots of food at the beach house, we headed into Atlantic City to our dance club of choice - The Missile Room at the Tropicana. The bride-to-be was swarmed by men all evening (what is it that attracts men to a woman in a veil like white on rice? the 8th wonder of the world...) and we danced the night away. As the matron of honor, I felt obligated to document the night with about 60 pictures - as the camera whore I am...that was an easy feat.

And as fast as the martinis flowed last night, the Advil and Pepto-Bismol flowed this morning. It may take a week for us to recover from the weekend's festivities, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Cheers, Char!