"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You've got a guy hanging from your light."
"Oh!" I said. "That's Josh. Chad's on the other side. And Mitch and Chad #2 are climbing up my Eiffel Tower wine cork holder."
Becca should not have been surprised. She knows me well enough. You see, my Drinking Buddies have kind of taken over where Barbie left off. Occasionally making an appearance in a blog post.. But between blogs, I let them hang out wherever they choose. Like on the lamps in my family room. Or on my Amazon Banana Slicer.
"They're cute," Becca observed. "Yeah," I agreed. "And you really can't have too many Drinking Buddies."
Not to mention the fact that they'll fit right in at a Thai Beach wedding in their Speedos.
I have 12 Drinking Buddies, which will be enough for 1 table. Guests at the other tables will just have to be careful with their drinks.
Our table will be all set. No mixed up drinks to worry about.
Uh-oh. I just thought of something.
I have two complete sets of six Drinking Buddies. Which means I have six pair of Drinking Buddy twins.
What if two people with the same Drinking Buddy get their drinks mixed up?
That would be a problem for an ordinary Mother of the Bride. But I'm not an ordinary Mother of the Bride. I'm Lou Clyde.
And I have a Sharpie.
And, well, it turns out that half of my Drinking Buddies have chest hair!
I can see it now. Kimmy and I return to the table after dancing to Love Shack on the beach. "Mom. Which Mitch Drinking Buddy is yours?"
I smile confidently and say, "The one who waxed."