

I don’t think I have ever felt as loved, spoiled, or truly truly lucky as I did this weekend. My maid of honor Carolyn really outdid herself in planning me the most wonderful bachelorette celebration that a girl could ever want, and all of my closest friends helped to make it absolutely perfect.
First off, a humble little confession- I am a blatant Miss Peacock idea-stealer! It started with her goody-bag idea, but it didn’t end there. I mean how cute were the tank tops that she made for her friend Erin’s bachelorette party? How could I resist sending a little link-hint to Carolyn to tell her what an adorable idea I thought matching t-shirts might be?
And so what do you get when you combine the best friends a girl could ask for, an innocent little link to this weddingbee post hinting at how cute the shirts are, a crafty friend named Maura, and a bachelorette weekend at the beach? Why you get this:
Look familiar? Thanks Miss Peacock for allowing us to share in the pink-shirt fun
Friday night was spent eating, drinking, and introducing some of my best friends to each other. One of the first surprises of the weekend were these:

Those would be my baby pictures! And they were all over the house. Turns out my mom was in on that particular surprise.Saturday we woke up to Carolyn baking us all a delicious blueberry french toast casserole and plenty of sunshine. We spent the day on the beach, which was gorgeous.We returned to get ready, and begin celebrating with my favorite- green apple martinis!

Then I was adorned with the all-important bachelorette accessories:
Already on cloud 9, or, Why every bachelorette needs a magic wand.
Carolyn had a little game prepared for me to play- she had asked Mr. Tiramisu a whole set of questions in advance that I had to guess his answers to. I was downright awful at this game! I got the important ones, but who knew that his first pet wasn’t the frequently discussed “Sniper” the duck and actually the never-mentioned “Spike” the goldfish? Come on!

A crowd favorite was “How many ounces of water would you say Miss Tiramisu’s bra could hold?” Here is Mr. T’s response:
Is this one of those trick questions like “Do I look fat in this?”- I’ll say 32.
Don’t let her kill me if that’s way off either way!

Then the girls lavished me with the most adorable honeymoon accessories ever! Even Mr. T’s sisters got in on the action! The highlight might have been my outdoorsy friend Kate’s interpretation of lingerie-giving:
That’s her thoroughly enjoying herself at my expense in the background. Don’t worry Kate, you’re getting married in just three little months yourself
And then we were off for the evening. First stop: Juan Pablo’s Margarita Bar for a Mexican dinner.
The cutest twins ever sharing a margarita.
We hit up a couple of bars after that and spent the rest of the evening dancing and laughing. The attention was so much fun, and the boys were surprisingly un-sketchy for the most part. I’m going to spare my friends the posting of embarrassing pictures all over the internet (and believe me there are LOTS!), but as you know I’m always down for a little humiliation myself…Not sure why popping that veil on my head made me want to make the worst. faces. ever. Let’s hope I got it all out of my system before the wedding: