Bekah knows how to throw a party!

Our friend Bekah threw Ken and I a going away party for our friends from work. She works with Ken, is also a good friend of mine, and sometimes hangs out with me and the young chicks from work.

Picture this, Pineapple Hill on a lonely Monday night. The crowd is light, the KJ is off for the day so no music, then Bekah waves a wand and the place is full of coworkers from "that place I work" and "that place Ken works", a great appetizer buffet is open in the corner, our favorite waitress Maggie is there with a smile and a sarcastic comment. Then, in walks "cousin Jim" (that is what we call Ryan the KJ, since he bears a striking resemblance to....well....my cousin Jim.) Now lets remember this is "cousin Jim's" only night off all week. So, this sets the stage for the best party ever thrown in the history of parties being thrown!

Ryan let me sing whenever and whatever I wanted. I sang every goodbye song I could think of, and all the old favorites. People from both places of employment were singing, eating, drinking and having a great time together. There was a little roast. I do want to point out though, that the bad things were said about Ken, and the people who came up to talk about working with me, started tearing up at the thought of working without me. And everyone thinks I'm the bitch, ha. Bekah put together a nice slide show and a cute (yes, Ken it is cute) booklet of farewell's from his co-workers. My friends from work made a great big card with pictures and signatures. There were small parting gifts. Lots of pink things for Ken, and "Cocktails for Dummies" and a little booze for me.

So, the thing I love about this bar is that it is probably the most unpretentious place in all of Orange County. We go there, and can just be totally, 100% who we are, bumps and all. That is what I like about hanging out with this particular group of people as well. Either they accept me as I am, or they are really good about keeping their nonacceptance to themselves.

Today, I am totally horse from singing, woo-hooing, and laughing for 6 hours straight. But it was totally worth it. I had a BLAST! We might have to have a re-do of the farewell party one more time before I leave.