France, Italy, And Some Raunchy Lingerie

This was a busy weekend for me. We'll start with today (Sunday) and work our way backward, okay? I rushed home from church today so I could catch the final game of the World Cup. My heart belonged to France in this match-up, for obvious reasons (that whole I-speak-your-language-lived-in-your-country thing) and because I had an enormous crush on this man right here:

This is Zizou, or Zinedine Zidane, the captain of the French team and my soccer boyfriend since I watched him win the World Cup for France against Brazil back in 1998. I was actually in France, totally as a coincidence in 1998, during the final game that year - the cool thing? If you remember, France hosted the games that year - it was the biggest party I have ever witnessed when France won that game - I loved it. In 2002, I was finishing up my stay in France at the same time as the World Cup but France didn't really do much that round. So this time, I was pretty damn excited to see France in the final game. I like soccer - I played it while I lived over in Europe and it's a great game in my book. And I love watching people like Zidane, who actually know how to play the game and run towards the ball instead of away from it, which is my tactic when playing. Before today, Zidane was my hero. He is a French celebrity of sorts and I remember being so taken by the fact that he was a quiet, well-spoken family man.

But today, Zidane killed that wholesome image in my mind when he inexplicably head-butted another player and was thrown out of the game during the first overtime. France went on to lose and you know what? If that's how the captain is going to act, then the team doesn't deserve to win. It kills me to say that because I really wanted them to win - I sat there with the group at my house, most of whom were already rooting for Italy (my roomie is Italian), and we all looked at the TV in shock, not quite sure we were really seeing this icon behave so badly. It was heartbreaking.

So that was today. Friday, I had a bachelorette party to attend for my good friend, G-Unit (her choice of nickname, not mine). G-Unit is a wild and crazy girl so we decided to throw her a wild and crazy party, complete with raunchy lingerie and a strip-tease finale. But here's the catch. I kinda, sorta forgot to get my gift until 11pm the night before the party which was to start right after work on Friday. So I needed to get some naughty night-time tid-bits and being the resourceful girl I am, I figured I'd run to an all-night sex shop, along the lines of Doctor John's, since that's the only 24-hour adult store I know of around here.

The only problem? Doctor John's is NOT a smutty store. I was seriously disappointed and relieved at the same time. KT, the roomie, was along with me and so, for her sake, I was glad to see that Doctor John's is little more than a store that sells cheap lingerie but I was a little bitter to find that an all-night store which purports to be risque actually offers little to nothing in the embarrassing sex gift category. Eventually, I managed to find something randy enough to turn G-Unit a bright shade of red when she opened the gift. I mean, really, what is the point of a bachelorette party, if not to embarrass the bride-to-be?

Now as for the strip-tease, we didn't hire anyone for that. Rather, we rented Carmen Electra's Aerobic Strip-tease and did it ourselves. And I have to say, I thought it was a great work out and a helluva lot of fun. I enjoyed it so much that I bought the DVDs for myself off of Amazon. Hey, if I'm gonna work-out, I might as well enjoy it and I might as well learn some skills that may come in handy later on, right? I think of it as the work-out that keeps giving.

So that was my weekend. Hope y'all had a good one too!