Hurricane, Shmurricane. Earl had to die because P and I wouldn't miss Tress's bachelorette par-tay. I mean, it was just meant to be. Sure, the northeast has not seen a hurricane since 1991 so why wouldn't one threaten the weekend (the one weekend) my girl has her one and only bachelorette party? I think it's the name Earl (reference: Dixie Chicks). But, Pritty and I wouldn't be bullied by its dirty side. It may have only been an overnight trip to Boston, but it was totally worth it. There are some friends you just know would do anything to be a part of your big day. Those friendships don't always survive the test of time and distance. But the three of us are defiant. Trust me. The twins and I will make it through life always being a part of one another's, three engagement rings celebrated and more.
We celebrated in Tress style with a cooking class, wine, and the delish French cuisine we made. It was a blast!
And then the dessert. Yummo!