Organizing a kidnapping

My main job in all of this week — the week before Amanda's wedding — was to throw her a bachelorette party. For her, I couldn't do the traditional bar hopping night, since that's not her style.

In high school, she used to occasionally house sit for our neighbor, who has this beautiful house on a hilltop just up a forest service road from us. It's owner, Pat, agreed to allow us to take over. Only, Amanda didn't know this.

She thought we were eating dinner at a restaurant in town, which we did. Toward the end of the dinner, a masked man sauntered in. I have to admit, I knew Kyle was coming, but when he walked in, with a bandanna over his face, sunglasses and wearing a hoddie, even I was a little freaked out. He blindfolded Amanda, saying "You're coming with me, sweetheart," in a raspy horror movie voice. She immediately latched onto my arm. That's when Matt entered, and we were able to wrench her hand off my arm and onto his. As they guided her out, she even took her napkin with her, which I was able to snatch without her noticing.


So that began the panicked race out to Pat's, where all the girls gathered before the guys delivered Amanda. They brought her up blindfolded, holding a Twisted Tea, which they told her they wouldn't take away from her as long as she was good.

So I have to stop there, because the rest is just girl stuff, but I will say the night involved White Russians, a hot tub and lingerie.

Lesson Learned: Kyle would make a great bank robber.