I've pulled a Hermione Granger and look around corners with a mirror. Reason: Edward and Elizabeth aren't married yet, but that doesn't stop them from acting like newlyweds.
We've switched up the sleeping arrangements a little. I got rid of one bed in the room that we three used to share, and Mom moved in there with me--which means I'm now sharing a room with my mom. Nice. My sister remodeled the master bedroom and she and Edward claimed it as their own.
Of course, we all know that if
I'm going to have a bachelorette party . . . no explanation required.
I gave the toast, which included rambling descriptions of all of Elizabeth's casual flirtations--and her ex, Abram, then launched into an explanation of her relationship with Edward, including how she made him do her homework in elementary school.
The guests all enjoyed it, especially Irene Su.
Since this is my sister's bachelorette party we're talking about,
way better party dancers showed up!
Other guests included platinum rock stars, actors, prime politicians, renowned artists, those hipster people who just kind of hang out in the back of the room and look cool, William Shakespeare, and that gnome from that movie.
I suppose that's a perk from being mayor: you meet a
lot of people.
Elizabeth is one of the most amazing people I know. She's smart, hilarious, the best dancer I know, and all kinds of epic. She and Edward will be perfect together, and I hate that I'm going to move out soon and leave them behind.
And she is
always the life of the party!
The crowd soon moved downstairs, where the heavily nectar-ed guests started flirting with each other.
Elizabeth had even invited Edward's ex-girflriend, Eleanor. She invited her not to rub the victory in her face, but to help her out a little.
Eleanor Alto is officially back on the market.
Unlike my sister, I kept my escapades to a minimum, instead chatting with a few of my coworkers over in the corner. Elizabeth, on the other hand, turned to find herself being kissed by a stranger in ratty clothes.
She shoved him back, only to realize that the handsome stranger just happened to be her fiancé.
Awww. Puppy love.
They ditched the party (leaving
me to clean up the mess, I might add) to escape to the bedroom.
What does "the mess" entail, you ask? It includes collection and disposal of all the empty nectar bottles, dragging passed-out guests into their taxis, chasing cats out of the bathroom, and kicking out the party dancers.
Lizzie has been getting great offers for
Heir or Spare for years, and she finally gave in and sold the blog just so she could start a new one:
A Guide to Befriending NPC's. I read the first few posts.
The first thing to remember is that you, my fellow spares, have the absolute best job in the universe. Your task in life is literally to meet new people, make prank calls to the police, throw bachelor/ette parties, hire mixologists and DJ's, have other people babysit your children, watch amazing acrobat/singer/magician shows, and more!
The two absolute best skills to develop are Charisma and Social Networking. With high enough Charisma, you don't need Social Networking, and with high enough Social Networking, you don't need Charisma! I, personally, have completed so many Charisma challenges that I can make friends just like that! Oh, and one great tip: You can never go wrong with a funny cat video.
While Elizabeth sends her message to the Simverse, Eddie (his equivalent of Lizzie) hangs out with his kids. Sonya is still a toddler, and she loves her daddy. Both of the Alto kids do, never mind that their parents are no longer together.
Karim is an adorable little boy (Trip! Over here!) who looks just like his father.
Oh, and I finally got my once-a-decade visit with Bronson! He's a mermaid now, by the way. Not sure what to make of that. I hate to say it, but fingers crossed it's worn off by the time we get married! Things are difficult enough without having to deal with mermadicness for a few generations.
