I believe that being tricked into a sort of lap/pole dance for my good friend's baby shower and the way I owned it was creative. Now, I could have just shimmied a little and giggled, but I decided I was in it to win it. See, we were all supposed to write something for the bride to be to do on index cards, but the joke was on us-we had to do whatever we wrote! When I found that out...but I made sure everything was in place and shook my booty. It was a lot of fun. Improv school really does help real life situations!
and in the more traditional sense, after the bachlorette party and shower, I went to Half Moon Bay and journaled a bit. I drew shapes to represent how crazed I felt Saturday and doodled possible shapes for quilting my friend's quilt. So there's Day 1!
