Ya ever have one of those weekends when you don't know what the hell is happening? No? Well I did...

First we'll start with the miscommunication. It was all for our friends birthday. We were going to surprise her. Her partner invited us over, she was gonna cook dinner and we were gonna surprise her.

We had been texting about what the surprise should be...but hadn't heard back. No biggy. Life gets busy. Saturday (the day of the celebration) comes and I send a text,

What time's the party startin' and what should I bring?

I get a call back:

Oh my God you're coming? I hadn't heard back from you and figured you guys just got busy. I made dinner reservations for two for dinner at Enoteca Athena in Brunswick. I'll change it from two to four!

What? You can't do that? But alas, they did and it all worked out and I found my new favorite drink called the Corpse Reviver. Yes......Corpse Reviver. It's delicious and here's how you make them!

It all worked out, we celebrated a great birthday and their kitty loves the 'Birthday Basket'.

THEN CAME THE LIE....

Jen has been saying that she had a surprise for me on Sunday. I've been a little down lately and she said she wanted to cheer me up. So, it's Sunday morning and she says it all starts with breakfast.

When I get to Caiola's (fabulous place in the West End) there are 8 of my friends! Surprise!!  Okay, very sweet and very fun!

But it's what she told me the second half of the day would be that had me scratching my head and truly wondering 'what the hell'...

She told me that she hired a personal shopper to help me shop for clothes since it's not one of my favorite things to do. When she told me this news, I said...and I quote:

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...noooooooooo!

All while holding my head like it was splitting open and my brains were going to fall out. A personal shopper? To meet us at the Mall? Dear God! I also said, in a whimper...

I just want to be understood.......

I got my act together though, because I thought - well, I tend to poo poo things and then really like them. So I picked up my big girl panties and got into having a 'personal shopper'. (I did ask, 'Does she listen?'...I was assured no!)

So, as I say goodbye to my friends at breakfast/brunch, I get ready to go shopping. I'm so full, all I want to do is sit! Bye friends! See ya...great to see ya...I have to go shopping now....with a (gulp) personal shopper.

But we aren't driving to the Mall...we are driving to Munjoy Hill because that little stinker Jen has everyone going to the play, 'Sheer Madness'!

There were 10 of us total. Jen's mom took this picture! I was so friggin' elated on so many different levels!

1. I wasn't going shopping!
2. There was no 'personal shopper'!
3. I was going to see 'Sheer Madness'...
4. with my friends!

Go see 'Sheer Madness'! Not just because I'm in it (a voice over newscast to start the second act) but because it's just so damn fun! Thanks Brian for inviting me to be a part of it!

I had a great day. Although I felt like I had gone through the wringer. I have to say...I thoroughly enjoyed my weekend of lies and miscommunication...