But to fill things in chronologically, we clearly must begin with the bridal-send-off-extravaganza our dear friend threw for Ms. Livalittle before her ATL departure. Though we are incredibly sad to see her off, she's going to a better place . . . Hawaii! And with flurries outside today, I'm pretty positive it is a better place right now. So our girl is on her way to her romantic and tropical new home.
We kicked off the evening with an Aloha-themed dinner party, gifted some sweet and some scandalous lingerie, and played some sweet (toilet-paper wedding dress, photo attached) and some scandalous (sculpt a male body part out of a banana? Way to study up on Grey's Garcia!) games. And in true girls-night-out form, we headed out to Da Club. Luckily, it was a Friday, when typically Hotlanta hip-hop is interspersed with some good old 80s. We got down, and I met my yearly quota of crowded/smokey/LOUD dancing, wahoo! It took approximately 10.25 hours before I could hear anything after our departure. Even though I stayed rock-solid, stone-cold sober (let me tell you, that Andre punch as weak), our dear Samantha lived a little.
But it all came to an end when she drove off, never to live in our ATL again:(