While I wasn’t expecting (or wanting) a lot of fuss when it came to pre-wedding events and I declined a shower that Friend-ficiant L offered to host, we did agree that a low-key girls night could definitely be fun. Since I’m not really into bar hopping, and about half of my female friends don’t drink, we decided that even a wine bar might be too limiting. Add that to the fact that I like parties with at least some sort of planned activity, and we decided (much like Mrs. Panda) that pottery painting followed by a nice dinner would be just the thing.
Friend-ficiant L arranged for us to meet at Firefly Pottery after work a week and a day before the wedding–cutting it a little close, time-wise, but that’s just how the schedule worked out–and we ended up taking over the unoccupied space that is a paint-and-sip studio next door (which was nice, because there was a kids birthday party going on in the main room). She absolutely forbade me from helping (which felt so odd, I’m so used to being on the hosting side, not the guest-of-honor) and brought in snacks, wine, and sparkling grape juice so everyone would have something to choose from. You’ll have to take my word for it, though–no one thought to get a picture of it!
We did manage to get a few cellphone pics of the rest of the evening, though. Clockwise from upper left: the group of us, Friend-ficiant L working on a Day of the Dead-inspired skull, Guest S two-fisting her brushes, my beachy margarita glass (all photos personal)
After a few hours of painting, it was time to trade our brushes in for chopsticks as we headed to a favorite sushi spot nearby: Kiku.
a bit blurry, but you get the idea
There’s not really a whole lot to say about dinner: it was fabulous, as usual–we end up there at least once a month, it seems–and the conversation flowed without a hitch for the entire evening. What I liked best about this night was that it could almost be any other night out with friends–no pressure, no fanfare, me getting married was just a good excuse for us to hang out and have fun.
Friend-ficiant L prefers to be *behind* the camera whenever possible, but I insisted we get at least one shot together before the night was over.
And what was Roadie [’bout time I came up with something to call him, here, right?] up to that evening? He and Friend-ficiant L’s husband decided to have their own guys night of shooting and steaks. Would  you believe they were out later than we were?!