Weddingbee Blog

My bachelorette party was this past weekend and it was a fairly subdued affair. We began with dinner at Mamma’s Kitchen in Belltown and then proceeded to Hotel Vintage Park for wine tasting and girl talk.

But first–a girl needs a veil!

And wedding Barbie. On the box–it said, no joke, every little girl’s dream.

To the hotel room we went and dancing ensued.

Lots of beverages for all and classy penis straws. A prerequisite for Bachelorette parties.

And penis cakes.

And blow up penises.

For all.

I was forced to drink from this baby.

We were getting a little loud.

Too loud in fact. The cops were called.

The cop said he has a secret to tell me…

“What do you mean you aren’t an officer of the law!?”

After bar hopping, I was pooped.

To bed we went.

All in all–a total success. Strippers and penis paraphernalia aren’t for everyone…but they were certainly for me.