HItchfest 2010: Post Rehearsal Dinner Partying (makes for a hungover BB)

Last recap I mentioned that I have a hard time letting go of anger.  The night of the rehearsal, I just couldn't fully shake how upset I was that Mike forgot to send the ceremony script to our officiant.  I was already a ball of crazy emotion as it was (planning a wedding for 365 days straight will do that to you, brides and grooms. Take note).  I certainly didn't need this extra stress put upon me.  So I got loaded.  Kind of intentionally, if I'm being honest.  When I get angry about something, my defiant side comes out, and my "remember there will be consequences to your actions" side goes away almost completely.  So we cab it back to hotel after dinner. And at the hotel bar, we get drinks. Lots of them.  Then we decide it would be a good idea to go to another bar, you know, so we could at least get in another 2 hours of drinking before last call. Eeek. Not the best idea.  Here's where ugly drunken Britt comes out.

We get to The Rooftop Bar at the Standard.  There is a cover of 20 bucks.  Which is stupid. I normally refuse to enter such establishments, but since this was a special occasion, we decided to try our hand at bargaining with the bouncer.  I tried everything -- well, mostly I pulled the "I'm getting married tomorrow, therefore I'm special" card.  But they didn't seem to give a shit.  So that's when I pulled out the $100 bill.  I guess money really does talk in this town because they let us in right away.  I was out 100 bills, but our whole group got in and we were all damn excited to party. On a rooftop in the middle of beautiful downtown Los Angeles no less!

And so was I. Boy was I...

3 shots and a margarita later...

"I can't believe you forgot to send Judge Huber the ceremony script! drunk drunk babble drunk..hoot"

Ok. Now I want to dance.

So then we went to go dance.  And then I molested Mike on the dance floor and as a result, he thinks I'm too drunk, blah blah blah (true) blah blah blah (yeah, he was definitely right) blah blah blah (I was still pissed at him). 

Anyway, we went back to the hotel around 2 AM (I think?), then crashed.  And, in the words of Burning River Bride, the next morning I woke up "feeling like Ke$ha." It wasn't pretty.  But I got some food.  Mike and I had a talk and we both apologized for what had happened the previous night. And then Mike was off to the venue to set everything else up.  

Did you get too drunk the night before your wedding? Personally, I do not recommend it. Definitely get a lil loose, but leave the tequila shots for the reception.

Miss any Hitchfest 2010 Recap-age? Catch up here:

Hitchfest 2010: Thursday Night Fun & a Pig Roast
Hitchfest 2010: The Budget

Hitchfest 2010: The Rehearsal... kinda

Hitchfest 2010: The Rehearsal Dinner... aka Sausage Fest!