This past weekend was INSANE! My bachelorette party was Saturday night with my bridal shower following the very next day. I’ll share my bachelorette party in this post. (Please don’t read this at work. There is a suprise at the end.)
It all started with the invitation that included this poem:
Something saucy or something sexy will get you in the door-
At the Hyatt Place Buckhead and on the hoppin’ floor-
Before they seal it with a kiss or before he lifts her veil-
The girls will gather one more time to raise some fun and hell-
So, gather quickly - stand by her side and as you lift your glass-
The crystal will cling, the ring will bling, and we’ll be toasting to her finding permanent-
Love.
Needless to say, I came ready to party:
We started at the hotel to get ready and open presents….sexy presents. The girls were asked to bring either lingerie or alcohol. What a winning combination.
I was given many props, including the oh-so-popular “bun pinchers,” lottery tickets, and dice! I could hand the tickets to unsuspecting victims, and they would have to do what was on the card.
The dice were a way to enact revenge on me!
Whenever a boy would come around, the girls would start chanting “BUNS! BUNS! BUNS! BUNS!” This hotel employee was a little too eager:
Next, we trekked to Loca Luna, an establishment in Atlanta with tapas and salsa dancing! It was also the site of this light-up bling shot:

After dinner, we headed over to Opera, a renovated club. (It used to be Eleven 50.) More dancing ensued even though the club was only moderately fun:
That “Umbrella” song was playing:
This is why I always keep my camara on me.
And although no one brought one, a penis straw did make it to my party by way of a drink that actually came with one!

Oh, no! I’m a biter! Someone better go warn my man!
Overall, I felt very loved by my beautiful friends. I couldn’t ask for anything better!
How have your friends and family members made you feel special during the planning process?
Looks like so much fun!! Love your friend’s hot yellow dress! Don’t suppose you know where she got it?