smug bitches & pink champagne

September 21st, 2004

Bloggers are terrible secret-keepers.

So give five bloggers six long weeks to keep the same secret, and it was a wonder of wonders that news of the surprise bridal shower didn’t leak out before Saturday. Taking no chances, The People Who Sleep With Men called in the big guns, and Krissa’s mother did not let us down. She was a master of deception. The flabbergasted Bride-to-Be stood agape for a moment, then started shaking and had to have a cigarette.

So five bloggers, having spent six long weeks planning, preparing and scheming felt quite smug about our accomplishments. We bested a bride who’d ‘rather be right than surprised,’ a last minute location change because of actual showers, and our own compulsion to spill the beans. A bubbly toast went up:

“To smug bitches and pink champagne. And to Blah blah Stuart blah!”

Krissa cried. Biscuit cried. The Mother of the Bride told dirty stories. The rest of us laughed and ate, and ate and laughed, and drank far too much champagne. And then we sighed with relief. Keeping secrets takes an awful lot of energy.

But it was worth every bitten tongue.

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