Oh yes it's ladies night, oh what a night!

OK, I have sucked BAD at updating my blog lately. It's not always easy being on YouTube, Twitter, Facebook AND running a blog. Phew!

But hey, I'm here now and I have something fun to share. This Saturday I hosted a girls night at our place, with seven other lovely ladies attending. For those of you who don't know this about me, I am a planning freak. I almost love planning more than I love actually doing the stuff I plan for (I know, I'm a freak). So my Ladies Night had been carefully planned out for months.

And I wanted it to be more than just sitting around sipping wine and talking about stuff (not that I don't appreciate just doing that). So, when I sent out the invitation, I asked the girls if they had a special party trick, a fun game or something else that they wanted to bring to the party. An activity for us all, if you will.

My friend L, who is the girl I have known longest in the bunch, is a sommelier (which basically means she knows everything there is to know about wine). She brought four (!) bottles of champagne (the real stuff, not just sparkling wine) and we had a real wine tasting. It was so cool and she really does know everything there is to know about this stuff. We were all curled up around her in a circle, listening like she was Santa telling a story on Christmas Eve.

Champagne, as you might know, tends to make you giggly and happy. But thankfully, not that hungover the next day (awesome!). So the mood was through the roof all night.

I treated my guests to snacks and a drink and arranged for two activities. The first one was a pop quiz about all kinds of famous women (I slipped a little feminism in there too, hehehe). The girl who got the most correct answers (which was E2), won "The Girlie Bag", which was a pink gift bag that I filled with: a pink, plastic cocktail glass, a lipgloss, a mirror, a perfume, an eyemask, candy, bath bubbles in a container shaped like lips and of course, chocolate.

My second activity was a pre-maid "Truth or Dare" game, that my best friend Em and I prepared months ago (like I said - I like the planning). This was very much appreciated mainly because of two factors; 1) it meant that the girls got to know eachother better (most of them had never met before) and 2) it made them feel like seventeen again.

Among other hilarious things, we all took turns making goofy dance moves, pretending to cry or die dramatically, shaking our booties and burping, Barney style.

It's fun being silly.

After a couple of bottles of wine, me and Em were asked to put on a show using my X-pole. So, we showed them some tricks and played around for a while. Some girls wanted to try a spinn, but others asked to come back and try it sober (smart ladies, my friends).

We also ate pizza, talked about EVERYTHING and wrote fun stuff in my "Pink Guestbook".

I think it was 3.30 AM when I went to sleep.

Such an awesome night.

Love and the Devil

You were always there, at my side
Nothing about you harmful, no silly pride
You stood up for me, defended my right
We never argued, never got into a fight

Your love was a like a shadow, warm, embracing
We took on whatever we were facing
As long as we had each other, all would be well
None of us knew, it would all go to hell

And when I say hell, I mean literary downstairs
Where the big red guy shows you your fears
Where it’s always steaming hot and dry
Where everyone dreams of the way they will die

You never told me of the contact for your soul
Or of how my love was your number one goal
Less romantic, it seemed, when truth finally came out
I was told that at first, I was filled up with doubt

I never saw you the way that you wanted
And in your mind, my presence still haunted
So you decided to force love upon me instead
And gave the Devil access to the thoughts in my head

Whatever it took, my love was your desire
It didn’t matter to you that you’d burn in the fire
As long as you had me, you thought you’d do swell
But you never grasped the true meaning of hell

The Devil doesn’t care if you have love in your heart
In fact, splitting us up was the way he would start
You’d never see me again and I learned the truth
About the years of betrayal that wasted my youth

Blinded by love’s spell, I still always knew
That something was strange in the way I loved you
At times it felt like obsession, burning mad
But I never questioned the feelings I had

Or why they were suddenly there in my head
And how they will haunt me, even though I’m now dead
I guess, in a way, I got revenge, my sweet
For the Devil has taught me the power of deceit

Even though I live out my days in a flaming pit
Life has a bittersweet justice to it
Every day the Devil cuts pieces from your heart
And then gives them to me to pull them apart

That’s a fair trade, I guess, being your doom
I bet you regret the day I walked in the room
I bet you curse at my name and mourn what you’ve done
But the truth is, for me, this has now become fun